Traces of perfume. Soapdish - By Valeria
Written on 28/1/10 by Valeria in Articles , Traces of Perfume |
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Step by step, day after day, the scent of rain forest, the fragrance of the night, the land climbs and I climb, with difficulty, but I go.
I wonder where I go, where fate, silently, is leading me.
I feel like a blind man who continues his journey in the middle of the night and do not know why.
Move the stick in a vacuum and are convinced that only touches the stick.
The rest simply do not know it's there.
Meeting so many people on the move, like me ...
Each is enclosed in its own bubble of subjectivity ", each convinced of their views, their own interpretation, sometimes only temporarily (and thus comes from a belief to another), others permanent.
Like soap bubbles collide, bounce, and sometimes break their hearts but never touch.
There are only varying degrees of conviction.
Meeting vulnerable people, which can easily change their minds. Depending on how the wind turns running too, but now in a way tomorrow in another.
Other convinced stoically, never a "but" it "maybe" or "think."
They know everything, understood everything, like sharp swords go straight to the point ... Oh how brave, strong-willed, no doubt ...
But the Great Ocean contains the full spectrum of colors, contains the day and night, and even the overcast weather.
The Great Ocean does not provide a chance without its opposite.
I have known many men "wise" men who tried to understand, to remove their veils, to understand. Very often the most extraordinarily full of certainties.
But it is curious to see how their "truth" are different from each other so deeply moving further away from each other, ever more divided, more and more solitary in their path, increasingly confident of being surrounded by imbeciles incapable.
Certainly if you have any convictions will center a target more easily, increase the effectiveness of an action, but there is a real danger that much power to dissolve the instant perceive that they have reached a specific outcome and not what most his heart.
This always makes me fall into a few "potential well", I do not understand and still do not understand it, but maybe I'm wrong because it spontaneously arises naturally.
Perhaps mine is a conviction, an absurd expectation unattainable.
But I like to think that there is a possibility of convergence of the energies of many beings in a common direction because I believe the most profound transformation can be found all over here, in the case "all together".
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