Who I am going to join for the benefit of the living kind? Some have given it a name, which is nothing but a limitation for a concept, an arch of changing protocols to go through for the fulfillment of what is so deeply rooted, but so disappointingly out of frequency. I am not me for the sake of a fleeting embodiment, I talk to someone on my route, someone that is always here and it is not me, someone that no one, not even myself can see. There are too concepts apparently so close that divide my intellect to make me appear even more ignorant than I really am: detachment and disconnection. Both implying distance, but towards one I tend my vital force to, meanwhile the other fatally materializes my mortality and puts it upon the joyous implementation of our belonging to the source. Now, let me check… of the list of infinites uses given to corporeity which one really wouldn’t deserve to acquire adjectives as good or bad after running away from the cause and be trapped in the result? The flow, that self-propelled stream of kind light or not even light, in the absence of kindness or distracting teaching lessons, that is to my opinion motivating on its own… the deviating parameters we are conducted by alienate us from the pure essence of our souls, that is clear as the water of a snow melted stream moving away from the highest mountain top. I am happy since I heard of you; I have only one true possession, a shimmering light that cannot be turned off. I am revising the countless “embellishments” in which process we spend a life time to get to not even know that we forgot. Let go, let go… the process has just began, the mayor forces are unbound. Such a privilege but at the same time such a pity that we are going to take part of just but a brief fraction of this new world. B_Nour
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