Life flows,
indifferent to your achievements
or your missteps,
it continues whether you want it to
and even more so, when you don’t…
It goes on, because you are just a part
of all that is,
it goes on,
because it cannot be otherwise,
it does not stop, because it is the movement
that makes it life,
that turns an object
into something with its own purpose,
into something that grows,
that is restless with calm,
aspiring to have more
moments of life,
like a hare running
for its existence
avoiding the jaguar
that hunts to devour it,
or like the jaguar that runs
after its hare
because it being alive
requires that it be a predator,
because it is alive,
and being alive is the goal itself,
all the prizes we have invented,
all the wars we have decreed,
all the songs we have played,
everything, absolutely everything,
is secondary.
Life, supreme goddess,weaver of fates,
without you, there would be no gods,
life,
you give so much
through absence,
through taking away
and sometimes
through giving,
you are most sacred among all,
today, as I am a faithful devotee
to this moment
and to the desire to have
more moments
without wishing to corrupt
what already is
nor to bring back what
once was,
today, today…
I celebrate you, without you asking,
I celebrate that today I can
celebrate you,
and in your eternal dance,
I join you,
moving with the sway
of your waves,
and through your movement,
I wish that,
until I am no more,
I can always celebrate you,
living life for what it truly is,
through movement.
