Acts of kindness

“The primordial sexuality
Of the infinite cosmos
Is the intercourse eternal
Of Being and Becoming”
-Richard Shannon, The Book of Peace


Life is full of mysteries, itself is an enigma of great magnitude. Second by second, it’s inevitable to barry ourselves deeper in the chain of events that will lead to our destiny. To the beat of our hearts, we explore the depths of our souls. Ideally, we strive to achieve self-equilibrium: balancing the harmony of ourselves emulating with surrounding energies. We sway to our own rhythms hoping to discover answers. The sweet intoxication of burning passions within us adds aromas to our cartesian logics. It procures spice, who marks the beginning of ambition. Presently, we are only conscious of this state that we baptized as living. This is nothing but a chapter in a journey. We must immerse ourselves in it without alienating other unknown steps of this stroll through time.

A writers first sentence, a poets first rhyme, a druggies first rush, an artists first creation, it all starts at the first heartbeat. As of it, we develop physically, intellectually and spiritually. Like a growing trees leafs reaches the heavens, a growing heart wanders towards understanding. I feel the first beat. I think I skipped the second. My heart is pounding. It’s a concerto lead by a percussion that seems to echo forever. The sounds I produce are but a calm lullaby of the unknown. Gently, my body awakens. Awareness erupts from within me and, I feel the necessity to study this newness like a wave discovering an untouched shore, caressing the hot sand. I tremble as blood rushes through my veins and pumps through the smallest capillaries. Every pulsation spreads my consciousness as well. The flow gently rocks me as I bathe in this peacefulness. Drifting into my music, I could fall asleep. It feels like a divine dream. Fresh as the new morning, until now, cool from the dusks mist and drizzles, still tingling off mother nature. I am purified and clean, uncorrupted and pure. Warmth is felt as if I were wrapped in a blanket made out of the suns rays. I know nothing. I am empty, blank and meaningless. As long as I glide tenderly, it doesn’t matter. Nothing is real. No reason could enlighten me. I can only rely on my feelings because they move me to my cadence. My senses aren't developed yet but I know that I am surrounded by love. How I know this confuses me but, why question this serenity pouring through me as a waterfall into a small creak?

This warm humid cavern is my new home. New sensations emerge. I am wrapped in a silk wave, as soft as a mermaids air, oscillating in all direction, without predetermination like the tunes of a wild violin. To this new touch, I also oscillate from fear to bravery, not knowing what to do of this new wisdom. It has reshaped the dogma, previously centering my life and directing my understanding of it. It has changed the frequency to which I am aware. What other dimensions of my perceived world are not distinguishable from my point? I am innocent, but to what extent? It is safer to say that I still know nothing even if I have taken a step towards enlightenment. This delicate area in which I’m immersed tickles my sensitivity causing me to shiver. Curiousness floods my skin. I occupy space; a manifestation of a corporeal reality. The need to give meaning overthrows the shyness and the fear I originally felt. Audacity invades me and I let go of my fright. My cheeks bloat and blush as I acknowledge the space i occupy from chest to shoulders, arms, knuckles and fingers. My extremities brush the core of my body. The lower part of my figure is impossible to ignore. Two limbs tucked in softly against my stomach, folded over themselves at the joints. My whole is soaked in this hydrating moisture pressing against me making it difficult to know what is a part of me and what isn’t in this tangled puzzle. This area becomes claustrophobically comforting. I am more than a thought. I am.

As my concentration wanders from area to area, the consolidation of effort dances onto every inch of my body. My tongue explores my lips. It’s the most sensitive area yet. Like the bedroom arts, the intimate contact binds me, not to another soul, but to my own soul; connecting body and mind. The exploration is the expression of feeling through my bodies desire. I want to know myself. Who am I. I need to be unified to open my mind. I am illuminated, feeling my way through life.

I savor this moment. Fluids rush inside of me. The currents, just as water slipping through rocks in rapids, sooth me. The continuous flood pours in and out; a symphony quenching my thirst, easing my hunger, assuring my quietude. Suddenly, vibes penetrate my body and my spirit trembles. I am evacuated by the seism.

Something hurts my eyes. Sight hurts. I could shut my eyes and go back to darkness but isn’t that what all humans hope for? As soon as they take off those pink glasses and see the world as it really is they are petrified and beg for a permanent eclipse. They close their eyes and imagine a world where all that live smile and all that smile love. Yet, living in their imagination hasn’t helped in any way. They are conscious of that. Consequently, they should try building up their courage and take a peak at the raw truth enlaced with our faiths as human beings. We are not happy, we are not loving; that is, presently. If instead of living in our imaginations and closing our minds to the world, we try to see authentically, we can change things. Instead of living in fear and denial, we can live in truth and in reality. If we change humanities false certainties, and we unite, we will experience true happiness, better than any materialistic, imaginary or pink glassed happiness. We will feel genuine, communal happiness. I am new to this world, and I am more courageous than anyone already here. This light blinds me, but at least I now see it. Hopefully, I will never shut my eyes.

In the tender arms of my loving caregiver my hysterical cries turn to sobs and my attention diverts to the rain outdoors. When acts of love and kindness are performed, God’s tears of joy trickle upon us blessing us with the sent of wonderment and renewal. This is his form of deliverance, nourishing earth to bring forth the sweet taste of fruits. We are the product of these acts.


"For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream."
Vincent Van Gogh