Obedience

There are moments best lived without thinking, holding one’s mind and body straight in the geometry of existence. Everything would be a hologram? A tiny part of oneself would only be the existential reflection of a Consciousness outside our senses, our skin not being an exoskeleton, but an ephemeral membrane crossing worlds and possibilities.

All it takes is a moment, on the way back from the grocery store, while waiting for the green light to cross the street, turning around and seeing the radiance of this tree on a blue background. An intense green, a crazy light, a random blue, and the sound of the Metropolitan, outrageously realistic, foreign to the silence of my ramblings.

There is neither sadness nor joy in this world. There is only the neutral present that offers our silverfish irises trees of faith and calls to obedience.