Love is the most powerful and unknown energy in the world.

(Pierre Teilhard de Chardin)

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But today it dawned again, as always. All things were bathed in light. The engines of life started. Dreamy cocoons bloomed in our imagination. Words were spoken in waterfalls of sound, bouncing like raindrops on surfaces, pondering each thing as they fell. And we invented the world anew, with all its sweetness and bitterness.

Remote news about politics, wars and disasters comes to us from outside as always, because broadcasters profit from the fear of the audience. But we know that acts of heroism are also occurring, perhaps even in greater proportion. Spontaneous acts of kindness and sacrifice for others, of love, of smiles. They are not reported, because they do not make as much collective noise.

In addition to these occurrences outside, published or not, also from within us, abysmal wounds of frustration, volcanoes of desires, and shared smiles and showers of caresses, affection and hope wake up with dawn.

Machines, social networks, artificial intelligences, with their deluge of hums and signals, overshadow the beating of our hearts, the feelings which invisibly spill, defining the silence of our being. They are hidden behind the wall, made up of the deafening noise of those who insist on "every man for himself" as a dictum for life, where fear, our stalking of others, like hunting cats, to satisfy each one’s greed, prevails.

And this life, this tenacity of being who one thinks one is. Every day, defining and denying ourselves, forgetting sunrises. Our threads are entangled in a beautiful tapestry of so many colors, flavors and shapes. So many shades of opinion. Each one believing they are singing their own song, from the branches where they are, with their own rhythm and melody.

But in reality, we are all echoes, bouncing off the walls of our forms, of the same infinite concert of perpetual music. This tragicomedy of so many is nothing more than the ephemeral reflections of Existence, looking at itself in the mirror of itself.

We have to realize the one reality, the continuum that surrounds us, and that we are, without knowing it, and feel part of an intertwined whole. Feel that we are all drops of a single ocean.

The dark clouds that envelop the sunrise are part of the beautiful morning light concert. We are alive, and we have in our souls an incalculable treasure. Yes, sometimes we suspect the secret, even if we doubt it most of the time. When we doubt it, we become followers of beliefs adopted in ignorance by those who only seek recognition from others.

Every day is every day. Today, tomorrow, yesterday. We remain clinging to our identity, form, and cultural personality. World news comes to us in waves, about conflicting ideologies, self-interests, calamities, despair, winners and losers, modern technologies, new understandings and misunderstandings.

Nevertheless, life in all its splendor continues its cyclical processes, flourishing, sowing, decomposing, and dying. And the human spirit and its essence continue to manifest the glory of being, through its smiles of courage, its embraces of solidarity, impossible loves and dreams and its tenacity to live. Seeking wholeness, in every moment of love, the dissolution of one into the other, having feelings of serenity in the midst of chaos, through a continuous outcropping of inner forces, manifested through history, relationships, ancient archetypes and an invisible goal. It happens every day.

Yes, every day is a day of opportunity and remembrance, of the possibility of awakening the potentials of relationships, of discovering within inner spaces and outer moments, the miracle of consciousness and being. We are now at this point in the present. We look at past moments, or extend our imagination and hopes into the future, each from our particular perspective, through the unique flavors and colors that each one of us perceives and expresses. Within this magnificent creativity, this inexhaustible stream of life is constantly being renewed.

This life, gurgling in laughter and tears, resurfacing with the delicate caresses of light, regardless of the pavements and fears that threaten its seemingly fragile tissues. And every drop of life finds the way and grows out through the cracks of our stagnant ignorance, and continues its flow into the Ocean, inevitably. Beauty then reigns serene, like a beautiful dawn, in the midst of the clamor of wars and disasters.

Kaleidoscopically, the forces of life reorganize themselves and incite anew in a chime of morning voices, the achievement of the most sublime: love and mutual understanding, which leads to an inner serenity, which alleviates this pain of separation, the insecurity of displacement of one by the other.

Yes, sometimes for an instant, we know, see, and experience this beauty of Being. And we realize that all the sweat and blood shed, the smiles and the kisses, the nights and days of each one's life, are nothing more than stitches in an exquisite tapestry that we are irremediably weaving.

We get to feel that we arise from the stillness of Being, in infinitesimal particles. Seeking the paradise of self-awareness. And bouncing off the boundaries of nothingness, we expanded space with our cosmic dance, while intimately sharing our quantum nature. We came out as a hunting party, among countless others, emanating out of Existence to explore and attain the consciousness of Oneness.

Bouncing on each other in our primordial manifestations, we merged into more stable forms and reorganized our possibilities into more elaborate filigrees of energy and matter, as we built more complex bodies, to experience qualities of essence, such as melting and flowing. Always connected by the most intimate nuclear forces.

Later, we came together in molecules, so closely that we reproduced and self-replicated, into life forms that transformed light into flowers and scents, and the universe explored itself in a garden of color and fragrance, in every possible state of vegetation.

We were together in the original puddles of life, in the gardens that followed, and in the creatures that acquired locomotion to explore all ecological dimensions and niches, from crawling beneath the earth to flying in the skies. Walking together, our hunting party evolved and evolved, until we came to know what we were.

We bonded so closely; we ate each other, mated, fought predators or hunted our prey together. But now we recognize ourselves, endowed with consciousness, human. However, the residues of the search had been deposited as inertial instincts, and all the volcanoes, novae, predation, and struggles for survival, they combined now as sedimentary memories, covering the mirror of our consciousness, preventing us from seeing our true reflection.

And instead of seeing and being conscious, we saw the scaffolding we used to get to it. So now the hunting party continues, while we clean our mirrors, fogged with the residues of our evolution. And we polish them, shaking ourselves with the intensity of the alternation of roles and gender, and through the contrasting forces in this play of life. Our hunting party continues its search for knowledge in the human form.

The first of the infinitesimal particles to emerge from the stillness of Being, after much bouncing, tasting, evolving, striving and loving, finally knew itself as the Ocean of Being. And Love became consciousness. The infinite love and endless bliss that arose flooded everything. The Beloved was born from the embrace of the Infinite origin and the first particle to find itself. We were all infinitely connected to the unconscious impulse of Oneness to know oneself, and we are now connected to the conscious knowing of Love.

Hunting parties now seek the Beloved, knowing that consciousness has a face. The Beloved, having been in the surge of longing, radiates pulses of Love, like a Lighthouse in the night, so that hunting parties may find their way back to the source, and Love may rejoice infinitely, each time one of the innumerable particles returns, and the eternal bliss of knowledge is recreated.

The procession proceeds through the many mansions reflected in the house of infinite mirrors, and the alert hounds, perceive from time-to-time traces of the fragrance of the Beloved. And as each learns the intricacies and subtleties of this romantic quest, they gradually realize that all are infinitely connected as One.

Those eyes that look with light at yours, that compassion that moves you to heal and protect your fellow human beings, those loving hands that caress the fallen, the bright sounds of laughter, those smiles that bloom like gardens on faces, when we humbly recognize the uncertainty in each other. Everything is part of this Life garden, sprouting, sprouting everywhere, in a miraculous emergence of form and sensibility, striving to become, obeying the original Impulse to know the essence of Being; love.

Can't you feel our hearts beating new rhythms, as we sense these flows of love, and recognize the connections between us, as hunting companions? Today, wires are strung everywhere, like cobwebs in the forest, and our images and symbols traverse the space between us, on a continuum of thought and electrons. Our planet has become small, air-traveled, bringing our bodies closer in time, and our hunting parties are congregating, even without them knowing it.

Our eyes now seeing more eyes than ever before, distant eyes of all colors and shapes, expressing the same longing. And we can see beyond the bias of the reflections of our limited mirrors. We are sensing a new dawn, out of the last glimmer of the Beloved's beacon of light, which shines through this connectivity, and simultaneously and secretly, reveals in our hearts that we are infinitely connected, and that we all know each other in an endless Love. And that awakening to this Love is the purpose of life.