First Sunday of October

 FIRST SUNDAY OF OCTOBER

Dear friend,

I write to you with the intention of drawing closer to the teachings and the parallel dreams that now seem to hold no meaning for me. Among the confessions I will share, I shall recount the bitter anxiety, the apathy that darkens the waters, and the illusory distance that separates our souls.

I am where I must be, following your coded instructions that led me across the arid, painful ground to the peaks of sacred valleys. I am where I must be, gazing upon your face carved into the mountains that surround me and hearing your silent voice that inspires my heart into right action, making me aware that solitude is truly an illusion.

The voice of the Dawn no longer speaks to my ears, and my conduct in the face of Life's trials makes me weep opaque tears, makes me doubt my certainties, and compels me to develop, to rebuild, and to absorb all the dust spat by the winds that exalt the sovereignty of nature.

I abstain from the convictions I carry, distance myself from the politics that surround me, and place myself before the magnetic stones, watching the blood flow like drops of candle wax. And the scent I feel is a sign that I am still in danger... But tell me, sweet friend, what do we lack to dine at the table of our enemies? As we bring flowers cultivated with good intentions, should we not offer them to those who are worthy of carrying them in their hands?

For good and evil are fiction, and in this story, we let go of hands and suffer from the error of our own separation. I see demons behaving like gentle lambs and cherubs acting like lions. And as I gaze into your eyes, I lose myself in the beliefs and concepts surrounding the ocular structure, from the eyelids to the conditioned visions of my gaze.

I do not need medicine to find myself, nor do I need to dance or pray with beads, for I am emancipating myself from myself, uniting both sides and sweeping the ground so as not to stumble again... And this is my truth, and I must share it. Not to change others' opinions, but to strengthen our own confidence in a society that dissipates ideals without ideals, duties without proper actions, that weighs your body, chains your soul, and suppresses the lightness that Life offers.

Once again, I speak to you, being far from you, and yet feeling with such strength this energy that emanates from within me. I continue to die little by little, like everything that exists in this material world, and I die without fear of Death, just as I live without fear of existence... And as I draw near to you, to this light that warms without burning, that embraces without constraining, and loves without imprisoning... I feel open, I feel awakened, and I bring with me peace and war, silence and cry, and the fruitful moment of meditating this Sunday.