i am the work i love. the constant digging. the contnuous shifting. the ongoing awakening.
i wake up every morning and i witness the change. of flames. in shape, colour and smell. different fromt he night before.
the dreams. they transformed my soul again.
during the day. those perceptions of multiple realities. my ees don’t see. my soul does.
the people. my eyes see bodies. my heart feels stories. my soul senses eternal souls. that pain of fragmentation. mirrors. shadows.
i see. i feel. i know. so, i love.
then they melt. they feel life. they entre a sacred space. they see the light. of their souls.
now the wonder. who am i? i am a story told by the ocean. i am a vibration emanated by by its waves. i am life rooted in the soil. and expanded throughout the skies.
i am everything that you are and nothing that you are not. i am you. love. if i stop my work my soul disappears and only my body remains.
i want to live so i continue my work. because that’s nurturing my soul. without this brutal and intense work there is no soul. no me. that’s why i am the work i love.