CHANGES

There is something in the way that a true change must manifest, a nuance that lacks of all affectation. What comes first? Can we induce ourselves into a changing matter? The response to electricity can turn upside down polarity, and it seems so natural once there. Transformations of all kinds taking the population by surprise, shortcut brains by the effect of unplugged devices. And you still cannot make anyone turn their nature unless they have heard the voice. The call, the invisible wireless feeling, the wave transported by ages, unconsciously. Then one day, there it comes and it feels like a house we would have inhabited since forever. And even if we were thousands of times told, we were preached with endless discourses before, and torn with inner suffer, nothing would cause the twist of coming back home. The self-inflicted punishment of bow down to indolence was unacceptable determination, luckily it is all gone. How many different stages may this worm go through until reaching the butterfly state? And reaching it so it is not just an appearance? We can fool the animal kingdom, photoshopping intentions and looks, and covering us up in simulated pheromones. But what lies there, within, can’t be other than what it is, for more obvious than it sounds. Moving to the stationary orbit we are meant to occupy comes with the compendium of the known and the unconscious, and definitively it is a personal, non-imposable dilemma, we have to resort to resolve alone. B_Nour