Allows the doors to open, layer by layer, I fall – slowly – to the limits of the labyrinth of the Republic of Light.
When I finally touch it, it liquefies in tears, honey, sky.
It is in that ocean where I witness the dances of time, which silently metamorphose their silhouettes and their flutters invite me to a gentle reminder: Everything that ins born ends up being torn apart, and each piece finds, in its path, the ability to die full of Grace.
The ancient journey of returning to diamond clarity.
I am a fragment of that inevitable death.
With longings, I too return to the home that envelops our destiny without judgment. From the neutrality of its garments, I contemplate myself in deep gratitude for all that was and all that were.
First memories, then shadows, then light.
Let it be!