“United, we will learn to walk towards a more equitable, supportive, and fraternal world; it’s a matter of returning to the heart, of hearing our silent voice, to let ourselves be molded and guided by it.”
Víctor CORCOBA HERRERO
corcoba@telefonica.net
No matter how much we illuminate the world with worldly artifices, despair does not cease, pushing millions of people to leave their homes, in search of safety or simply opportunities. Well-being and harmony are not achieved only by the end of conflicts, but by the beginning of a new dream: the practice of the heart. We must leave, as soon as possible, this vicious circle, where everything is bought and paid for, as if all things could be obtained by the power of money. We only think about distracting ourselves, consuming, and accumulating, prisoners of a system that completely dehumanizes us.
Inhumanity is evident; one only needs to stop for a moment and look around, at the sadness of so many people who walk by our side.
I hope we wake up, gather courage and desire. It is never too late to seek a different world and to rediscover harmony within ourselves. To the true warmth of this waiting time, we must add trust. Be that as it may, disappointments do not kill, and convictions revive us. It is true that humanitarian needs are increasing, reaching the highest number of migrant deaths in transit; but there are also stories of resilience in adapting to adverse situations with positive results, progress, and hope. United, we will learn to walk towards a more equitable, supportive, and fraternal world; it’s a matter of returning to the heart, of hearing our silent voice, to let ourselves be molded and guided by it.
The sun has not yet set for the last time; we still have time to unify and harmonize our personal stories. In this age, immersed in the virtual, where the entanglements of division and separation proliferate, we need poets with a living soul, who call us to their Edenic recitals, to move us and guide us towards the love of loving love, so we can live through a pulsing spring after all the winters; not forgetting that, behind every night, a radiant morning comes. Together, verse by verse, we will be able to rebuild that poem without sorrow or that poetry without power. It is those intimate fibers of loving and being loved, sustained by tenderness and kept in the memories of our pulses, that make us forget the shadows behind us.
Certainly, we move and live only by what we expect; so much so that in every awakening, there is a living praise of breath, it’s a matter of discovering it and working on it. However, let us be careful, we must be aware that our effort is not self-sufficient. We need collective help, which invites us to broaden our perspective and contemplate, in the beauty of the composition around us, our availability and openness. Of course, it is public and notorious that joy is not the work of human initiative, ingenuity, or art. It is the joy that arises from the meeting of like-minded givers, knowing that we are loved by one another, forming part of a celestial lyric that leaves us speechless and with the most effusive inspiration.
Let us allow ourselves to be amazed by this new dimension that beautifies us, by lighting the torch of optimism, which illuminates us each day through small things. Let us leave behind the vices that empty us and take the mystical flight from one promise to another. Surely, then, we will discover the cobblestones of the innermost parts. So much so that all societies on the planet need healing and a heart-to-heart dialogue, at least to overcome the hardships that concentrate us towards bloodthirsty interests. Let us think of those like us who risk their lives at sea, in search of safety; or of those defenseless children and so many people in need of human warmth, who call with their sad gaze to our innermost being to find warmth and shelter. Let us be their comfort.
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