REFLECTIONS ABOUT OUR OWN INTERIOR
Sometimes you feel that the world is broken into a shock of pain and suffering, where a every piece of you comes alive and makes you feel like you're slowly dispersing, diluting, until you no longer know where you are and who you are.
But when you decide to take refuge in you, around your center, then the torment stops while not knowing where you are, not reaching you anywhere. You look to drive yourself you to meet up with you.
Maybe to reconciling you with among many scattered fragments from yourself. When you decide to apply hospitality on yourself then the toerment ceases.
The soul is wise and seeks unity at all times with its powerful magnetism, watever you separate then she joins it.
As your experience extends and your memory becomes richer and more complex. Your soul is the priestess of memory, picking, sieved and ultimately fleeting days to gather your presence.
This liturgy to remember (or agree) never ceases. Human loneliness is infinitely rich and fertile.
In the solitude of the quiet raw nature. This is expressed in beautiful Celtic proverb: "The mountains never meet, but people can always do it."
It is strange that two mountains, neighbors for millions of years, never will be able to get to close. Instead, two strangers can drop those mountains, in the valley meet and share their inner worlds. This separation must be one of the loneliest experiences of nature.