Stop this day and night with me, and you shall possess the origin of all poems;
You shall possess the good of the earth and sun—(there are millions of suns left;)
You shall no longer take things at second or third hand, nor look through the eyes of the dead, nor feed on the spectres in books;
You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me:
You shall listen to all sides, and filter them from yourself.



I am reading Whitman again and these words fly in my mind and are written down:

See with your own eyes to see with our own soul, undressed of prejudices about ourselves, about others and about life itself, to make fall the filters that prevent us from perceiving, and be surprised, appreciate, evaluate, recognize the essential, what really is worth; be reborn in every moment.

Looking to understand and not hinder, and be willing to take care of our beloved, our garden, because serving is giving ourselved to the close ones who need us.

Knowing that we are small and humble in this tiny bubble floating in an infinite and unknown universe, taking care of the land that has been given to us that we will give to our children.

Adding instead of subtracting, caring for, living with delicacy and be devoted to the eternal present, because that is all we are.

I wish you a pleasant week.





Alex Rovira