making a feeling last
“Unconscious behavior is the reason for most of our predicaments. Become aware of what you do and you will be able to change it.”— Jerry Corsten
The thoughts are many, many which come.
There are animals at the fields, I cannot see them.
Especially during these winter nights when we
can’t see ever our own feelings. During times
where a single field is our life. But even there
it means something to not die yet. Someone
or something needs us, a form walking from
the edge to another. A heavier form must
become lighter, a step must reach the gate,
a hand must open the lock, and you must know
why goodbye is spoken softly. Because you can
hear me, from here to there. Because everything
is spoken to someone in this same plane. Here:
It’s contained. It’s not even a question of having
a heart or ears. Or being alone. This one life makes
certain we listen to each other. This small place, like
a home, a pasture, a single area held within the
entire night. To walk away means to be embraced by
life in another. That we without any memory may
know each other, as if we already knew what it means
to separate forever —
nada mas mortífero
nada me trae mayor vitalidad
que tu presencia
que contradicción
que maldición
y bendición
es quererte
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