MILAGROS

Our story is a never ending poem.
It all started at The Beginning
when were One living particle
that at some point
(and honestly I don’t remember exactly when)
decided to divide.
One particle became two particles
and exploration began…
As individual beings we started our own cycles
Flying through time and space
creating shapes
-wondering-
just being the Imagination.

Until…in an instant time
we decided to become Matter.
I remember how wonderful the transformation felt.
I was a minuscule point of light becoming a point of water.
Though you chose a different path of transformation,
I carried the memories of our oneness
in my new liquid body
(you travelled with the intention of coming back together inside your own element).
And as a tiny drop of water,
I travelled on top of a bee
an early morning of spring
I could see the colors of the Earth
from a very special height
and I wondered if you were part of them
because when I see beauty I remember us.
The bee stopped by a spectacular plant of roses
and with an unexpected movement,
I slipped from its body and fell on top of yours.
You were a radiant pink rose
I was the water getting inside your skin:
we were one again
we both could feel it
we were one again
we were one powerful smell
we were one texture recognizing each other
we were one color
we were one point of light
transformed in a moment of perfection remembering itself.

Until…separation happened again.
Again.
And again.
But we found joy and expansion at the re encounters,
like when I was a still stone
learning how to just be nothing
and you were an ancient turtle that came every morning in deep silence
to lie on top of me.
It was all about enjoying the sun
and feeling our bodies one on top of each other.
Just like when we were lions:
your hair was always messy.
I loved your strength
the way you protected the rest of us.
We looked at each other
in such a loving way
I remember the day
your blood became one with the river.
Separation once again. 

Until…I recognized your tiny feet
standing on one of my best branches
little bird
so innocent
it took you long to see my presence
on the standing tree.
You built your nest on me.
I saw you fly away with those of your kind.
It was while I learned
what is to belong to a forest
that you taught me everything about freedom:
to see you fly away every day
was a way of realizing
that freedom equals love
To be free is to be
to just be
and you were just a bird
and I was just a tree
exploring ourselves…
We became rabbits,
butterflies,
a bit of pollen,
a point in the vast ocean of air
in constant transformation.

Until…we became humans.
So many times.
We found each other again
as kings and beggars
as friends and enemies
as sons and fathers
as lovers at last
we learned to kiss
against the trees we once were.
The Wheel of Life
-full of opportunities-
kept moving
and we failed numerous times.
Until..we learned
to be together
to be apart
to just be.