Instead of continuing to do, do, do, it might be appropriate to reduce a little what you do every day and take the time to be.
Have you ever thought about how difficult it is to give yourself time to stay, reflect, meditate, look at life in a sunset, observe a cat, a flight of birds.
Can you answer the question "who are you?" without limiting yourself to the name, and to the work you do?
The "doing" often coincides with the "doing by force" which at the body level can be translated with a state of tension or with a general feeling of frustration.
This feeling, in words, is often defined with phrases like
"I have little space" or "it's all too full" "I miss the air" or "I feel back against the wall".
In all these cases one must return to one's own time, to pauses, to one's internal spaces, to those areas made up of borders, areas of contact and withdrawal from the environment and on the other that mark not only our internal times, but above all our needs.
What do I really need?
Don’t be scared of what’s happening to you: confusion, curiosity, doubts, feeling strange and all the mix of feelings and emotions you are experiencing now are normal in the situation you are going through. Do not be afraid of yourself, we are not always the same and sometimes we are not prepared to react better to different situations. In these cases it seems to us that everything gets out of hand … actually a little bit is like this, because we cannot have control over everything. But something can still be controlled, even if it requires a lot of energy in such a strange period, you can try to keep habits: the times you are used to, your things, your spaces, reading books and watching films that most reflect you. right now, eat what makes you feel best. All of this not in honor of the typical phrase “life goes on”, but because your body and heart demand it. It seems strange to say, but sometimes we have to strive to do what is good for us, which brings pleasure, which makes us vent, which frees us even for a few minutes. Get out of the box. Get out of our inner room. Entering an unknown space. Enter the world of an unknown being. Nothing happens by chance. Everything is decided by our destiny. Everything is upset, carried away, by a flow stronger than us. What are we? We are just the leaves of a larger tree, the Tree of Life.
The human being is divided into two parts: one he knows and the other he has to meet. And when the latter arrives, it is easier than you think to understand that in those eyes, in those lips, in that smile, there is the other half. You feel it on your skin, in your veins. You feel your heart beating, you feel a strange interest in that person you just met, but so attracting attention that you don’t understand why. And when you begin to create a real relationship, made no longer of looks, but of constant dialogue, you understand that you cannot separate from your person. Because once they are reunited it is as if each fabric is glued back together, found again. Every muscle, every organ, inextricably linked.Once in a lifetime, something happens. The meeting of two souls who, despite having been apart for a long time, have never really been separated. In fact, only once in my life, I found Love, and it happened at the exact moment I met your eyes. I understood that distances are not real, because all that is most real is our being, very distant from what we see only with the eyes, or that we perceive only with the senses and interpret with our mind. There is something beyond any kind of rationality, and love is the only way to understand it. Once in my life, I met you. But for how many lifetimes we will still meet, always in the same place, that place without time or space. Where our eyes will still recognize each other and the doors to infinity will open.You never let go of your hands, you hold tight, with eyes cast down to others, and it’s an ocean, girl, that silence of yours, and it’s beautiful blue waves, messages of love in a bottle of precious crystal. They are in the courtyard. You are a boat in the middle of the sea. And they laugh, rumor new loves, and they are enough, and they talk to each other, lowering their voices, getting closer, when they look at you, in that corner only yours, while you smile at the ants, without ever being able to see you. Your pain is the ocean, fragile girl, and they would drown, believe me, in your great sea, in your glaring depths, in the wonderful invisible world that you are. Let them believe, therefore, that you are left out, that you are the excluded, that they are together, that you are alone, desperately alone. Let them believe, twin flame! I feel like hugging you, even if I don’t know you, even if I’ve never seen you; hug you and tell you that everything is fine, that we are the ones together, even if together, due to time and space, we have never been there. Yet, that corner was mine, once upon a time, and no one, besides us, has ever noticed all that sea, all that deep, this boundless ocean of ours!
In spite of everything…. Life deserves to be lived. In moments of calm and in those of storm. When the night is dark and starless, but also when it brightens and you can see the dawn. When ageless anguish rises from the stomach and suffocates you, like when you watch a sunset sitting on a bench. Timewill pass, and the dolphins will continue to swim and jump next to me, and a magical world of pink and blue clouds on which I lightly learn to walk will always await me. Beauty, hope, play have no time and time does not exist in friendship. The soul meets other souls and together we simply travel through an indelible space, be it long or short. And this space becomes shorter and the climb less tiring if you have friends next to you to share with. This space is also here, where I met and meet special souls. Life deserves to be lived, despite everything ….
Every drop that falls on the roof,
I feel it
as if they were my tears,
tiny drops of water
that seem acidic
on my parchment skin.
The cold and thundering noise on the metal,
the air full of breeze
the taste of water on the tongue,
life in the woods, dormant for a few moments,
my composition of thoughts
among the crystallized grass.
A monarch with soaked wings,
won't stop trying
to fly
until a kiss of the sun
will not return it
Let me sit down
at the door of your gaze,
you want me to pass slowly
the threshold and you talk to yourself
with my silence,
catch my breath
in the canceled space.
Respect my privacy,
my prudence,
my dignity.
You are a lot to me
more than you think
and you give me peace
of those who have no defenses
of those who do not want
to defend nothing in oneself.
So I call you friend,
when we stand there,
silently listening
the rain dripping
on the leaves.
And I feel that with you
few things are enough
to be happy
until
my smile finds again
the eyes I had
when I was a child.
With you I can
caress the truth naked
on my knees
without rushing to define it.
With you they rest
the wounded words
and, trembling,
we take over
to open the pass.
There are certain nights I would like to go out. Go to the seashore, lie down and look at the stars. Nothing more peaceful to purify the soul and mind. But anyone who has been in pain so great that they cry to no more tears knows well that at some point there is a kind of quiet melancholy, a kind of calm, almost certain that nothing will happen again.
THE PRODIGY OF IDEAS 