I wake with a start, then everything becomes clear. I find a world that, to a large extent, I have never experienced before. The outside world has not moved, but everything is more fleeting, uncontrollable and short-lived. Deep inside, I feel more vulnerable, restless. The love that binds me to others and to life has no constant and fixed form.
I am aware of the facts. The past is always behind me, the future remains uncertain and the present is, without a shadow of doubt, what I need to shed light on Knowing that life will end sooner or later makes this world intensely alive. My fears and expectations lead me to face the reality that is directly perceivable by my senses. Everything I see, hear, feel, sense, touch or taste guides my perceptions, my emotions and my actions. All I wish to do is to contemplate the continuous flow of existence beyond the ordinary dimension. As morning becomes day and evening turns to night, stepping gently along, I seek the light within the darkness of being.
Between light and dark, real and imaginary, material and immaterial, presence and absence, distance and intimacy, gravity and weightlessness, I am attentive to the world that surrounds me. With every glance I take in the ‘negative-positive’ of existence and the inevitability of impermanence to its glowing limits. Alone and haunted, I trust my inner eye, the heart. Everything, absolutely everything, becomes visible. Appearances, disappearances, nothing seems of secondary importance to me.
