I had no idea that you could walk to the end of the world.
Finally, after hours and hours of walking, Goodness came to me unreservedly.
The ground had turned soft and sandy. I felt how the earth was sinking into me. My eyes had had time to adjust to the brightness of her beauty. Now that I was in front of her, I realized that she had been visible throughout my journey. Too close to see at first.
The more I walked the brighter and more visible she became. She looks amazing, dressed stylishly in black, not a colour I had expected. A furrowed face reveals infinite layers of life that you can see in a single moment.
“Welcome home; the place you have never left.” Her voice is tender. Every word placed carefully into silence.
“You are so alive.” I didn’t mean to speak, but it’s what happens.
“Life’s aliveness shines through us vividly when we remain alive and die in the same moment.”
Her feet start moving. Just a little. The rest of her doesn’t move at all.
A beautiful maroon flower in her hair.
Two feathers.
Somewhere.
“Don’t you miss the other world?” Her brightness catches fire deep inside me. I know there is no way back. It’s nostalgia speaking: I fear losing what I thought I had.
“From this perspective there is no other world. All worlds are included. And yet this place is beyond every world. Your question comes from memory. You are now no longer bound by memory. But you may use your memory freely.”
She pulls a torch from her pocket, creates a circle of light around her and starts dancing. Funny faces. Funny movements.
“Join me.”
We dance.
“From now on you are no longer in experiences; you are in relationship.” This woman could be my grandmother. She could be my daughter. She could be my sister. Or brother. It starts heating up. She becomes my lover.
I cannot help saying it: “I think I’m beginning to love you.”
“I know,” she says. “When you become intimate with what is, Love’s face appears naturally. Irresistibly. From now on, everything with which you are in a relationship will be recognized as love.”
I had no idea that you could walk to the end of the world.
Finally, after hours and hours of walking, Goodness came to me unreservedly.
The ground had turned soft and sandy. I felt how the earth was sinking into me. My eyes had had time to adjust to the brightness of her beauty. Now that I was in front of her, I realized that she had been visible throughout my journey. Too close to see at first.
The more I walked the brighter and more visible she became. She looks amazing, dressed stylishly in black, not a colour I had expected. A furrowed face reveals infinite layers of life that you can see in a single moment.
“Welcome home; the place you have never left.” Her voice is tender. Every word placed carefully into silence.
“You are so alive.” I didn’t mean to speak, but it’s what happens.
“Life’s aliveness shines through us vividly when we remain alive and die in the same moment.”
Her feet start moving. Just a little. The rest of her doesn’t move at all.
A beautiful maroon flower in her hair.
Two feathers.
Somewhere.
“Don’t you miss the other world?” Her brightness catches fire deep inside me. I know there is no way back. It’s nostalgia speaking: I fear losing what I thought I had.
“From this perspective there is no other world. All worlds are included. And yet this place is beyond every world. Your question comes from memory. You are now no longer bound by memory. But you may use your memory freely.”
She pulls a torch from her pocket, creates a circle of light around her and starts dancing. Funny faces. Funny movements.
“Join me.”
We dance.
“From now on you are no longer in experiences; you are in relationship.” This woman could be my grandmother. She could be my daughter. She could be my sister. Or brother. It starts heating up. She becomes my lover.
I cannot help saying it: “I think I’m beginning to love you.”
“I know,” she says. “When you become intimate with what is, Love’s face appears naturally. Irresistibly. From now on, everything with which you are in a relationship will be recognized as love.”
She takes my hands. She makes dynamic movements with me. I feel a bit silly.
For a moment, I want to turn back, back to where I came from, taking the darkness I had crossed for granted. But, blinded by her brightness as I am, there is no chance my eyes will lead me back to where I came from.
The area lit by her torch starts to grow bigger and bigger. And it happens by itself. She is not doing anything, just holding the torch. Effortlessly.
More and more of our surroundings are enveloped.
It starts snowing.
A condor.
Creatures howling with fear.
The sun and the moon too.
My bloodline.
All those who were before us.
Even the now is lit up.
Everything becomes visible, including all the opposite sides of everything. All allow themselves to exist fully, to shine brightly and vividly, holding hands with what makes them Whole, without losing their character. The playground we dance in has become infinite, immediate, and brilliant.
Although I feel a bit ashamed to ask, because it seems questions should not be voiced here, I still do so: “Is this the end?”
A question deposited by fear, my curiosity kicking in.
“No, silly. There is no end. Allow the end to be part of what is beyond ‘the end’. Her feet stop for a moment. She grabs my body firmly and looks into my eyes seriously. “Your Love is safe with me. For always.” And before I know it we are dancing again, and I begin to embrace the movements.
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