creyendo y esperando, esperando
en una habitación
contemplando un cieloraso agujereado
esperando la llamada, una carta, un golpecito, un sonido…"
I believe that as chaotic and jumbled as this universe may seem there is a finite structure to the cosmic order of life. Stored in each of us is a potential so astronomical that I shall compare it to that of a star’s. In the night sky we observe the radiance of these infant sparklers and, too often, forget that although they appear particularly humble, they are giant balls of fire. No, seriously they are gargantuan nuclear reactors in space, but you wouldn’t know it by their earthly appearance. What if we were to look at ourselves in this same manner? What if everyone in this bustling world was a reflection of the stars above us? Would the world we live in be different? If we lived up to the giant nuclear reactors within ourselves how could we have better serviced humanity? How could our lights function as an instrument of good will? I think we need to look toward the sun and ask her how she found her potential and maybe, just maybe, we’ll all learn to meet the universe at that finite plane of order and cosmic collaboration that exists at that place.
- S. Polanco
I stayed up last night talking to my bf in complete darkness for hours. This is love. Having someone hold you in the dark while you spill your heart to them. Being honest. Being vulnerable. Being naked. Feeling protected. Knowing you are loved.