I have been trying for a long time, going around, trying, trying ... to become, to do, to feel, to check. I've been fighting for a long time to be someone I'm supposed to be. As if in some distant, ephemeral, ethereal place, something was hidden that in reaching there could find the promised treasure.
Suddenly death comes and is planted in my face. It tells me that life is already spiritual, that life runs alone and that the same flow that one day brings us one day takes us away when it considers it so.
Death comes and explains to me that the body diminishes and stays and the soul leaves. The essence, the invisible, the intangible. He tells me not to worry ... that the body will gradually fade away, but that this volatile and infinite part is just beginning a new adventure..
He tells me to bow down in front of the person who has been brave to take his last breath, because he is the same God incarnate and disembodied here on Earth.. He removes mirages and false ideas and beliefs, and explains that wisdom resides in everyone.
That deep down in our hearts we are the same, beyond the form and mind that we decide to develop. He tells me that the invisible is much bigger than the visible, and that like a slide we should let ourselves fall in each of the moments that pass, as if we were naughty and curious children in front of the spectacle that is presented to us..
Death explains to me and tells me that here we have a very great opportunity to live many different experiences, and that it is not worth stopping us due to fears or doubts. That this is ephemeral, as ephemeral as a drop that falls from the dew and melts on the damp earth. And that just like the person who is now lying before me, in the blink of an eye I will be the one who one day flies into the afterlife.
And then I ask myself: why are we afraid? And death answers me: because you think this will never end, and because you believe yourself too much. And then I think that it is better to rest at every moment, observe without wanting to interfere or control too much. Knowing how to love with an open heart and forward hands for those who want to take them.
Death tells me there is no difference. He explains to me that everything is the same. That this person who seems to be leaving only changes plane, goes to another superimposed where he will continue on his way.
He tells me that it is like a double-sided mirror, that as much as we do not see the other side, it does not mean that it does not exist. He explains to me that death is as alive as life, since it is not death itself, but rather a transmutation, a metamorphosis, a change..
Death is ice cold, and touching it with your hands reminds me that it is worth while we are alive here to take advantage of the warmth of those around us. That the heartbeat that works since we arrived, should not be silenced by shame, and that giving hugs and kisses make this living warmth multiply by a thousand.
Death tells me not to hide, that we dare, that we say I love you as many times as necessary, and that we remind those who care how special they are and how grateful we are that they are there..
Death sits me on his lap and asks me not to be afraid, that the day I arrive I should only try to make a leap into the void, a vote of confidence in the face of the unknown that will lead me to know unimaginable worlds so far.
And he also tells me, then, not to be impatient. That during life everything comes when it has to, and that you better live relaxed. The best things appear in the unexpected moments, and that creativity and inspiration cannot be forced.
He asks me to slow down, to contemplate more. That I fall in love with every detail, and that I look at everything that I miss because at first glance it can be useless. There is sometimes where the most precious secrets are hidden. He tells me not to worry about the future, so what does it matter? Time does not exist and wanting to control what will happen is only a deception that takes away my energy and presence.
In the centuries of centuries, this moment is a grain of sand in an endless desert. Caressing the present is manifest eternity in this instant. Spirituality does not require effort. Spirituality is now, and anything that comes out of now is not spiritual.
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