I choose to find in myself what I want to see in the world.
I choose to nourish and feed myself with what I can, with what belongs to me.
I observe then, authenticity potentiate itself through the absence of expectation.
I dive into myself, thinking I already know the taste of my waters until I realize that the river has already flowed, the waters have changed, and time has passed.
However, the source remains the same.
I accompany myself and allow to understand how life chooses to express itself through me, now.
I discover secrets I hid from myself.
-and create some others –
I use my tears to cleanse and shield myself from the self that still walks towards uniting with me.
In the freedom of my own company, I paint myself, I break, I undo, and I polish myself.
I hear the noise of my bones as they expand, I notice the stretching of the skin, the growth of the hair, and the strident sound of blinking.
I choose to feel the pain of each of these movements, and I understand that they hurt because they are growing.
I sing myself songs before sleeping and feel the healing effect of my voice as it leaves and enters my body.
I present myself with different lives every morning and handcraft a way – not always glorious – to celebrate it.
I wake up on any given day and realize that, after traveling through many other lives, I finally reach this one.
This one in which now, no longer waits for others to be lived.
I accompany and guide myself through paths that I only discover as I walk.
Sometimes I go slow
sometimes I run
sometimes I put myself in my own arms
sometimes I watch myself arrive
&
many times I watch myself just run.
But I must say, I never stop.”