In the peace of a late Spring afternoon transciency offers itself to me as an opportunity. The opportunity to wake up. The opportunity to be curious. The opportunity to go deeper in the void that the loss will leave. But there where transciency hits hardest is in the fact that I recognise the understanding I have of "me" as part of the transient. I too am replaceable. For the time being, the immortality of my soul seems like a too abstract consolation. So maybe I am discovering a new layer of my limited mind. A wish to be perceived as irreplaceable.
MIEDO
Memorias, experiencias e historias que llevo en la mente Intentan nublar mi visión y el miedo se asoma nuevamente Es entonces cuando en silencio encuentro el valor de dejarlo venir Dirijiendo mi antención hacia un lugar más produndo que la mente Originando la opurtunidad de sanar y darme cuenta al fin que del pasado y del futuro nada debemos temer
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