The flashes of the night open to the wakefulness of light. Another opportunity to be aware... of the miracle of being, of the presence of Providential Goodness, which makes us wake up for a new opportunity... in a new place in the Universe.
Yes. Apparently, we come loaded with yesterday, the day before yesterday, years ago. But... the new space of each dawn is a different love that make us born to other perspectives.
The Creator Mystery has gestated a Universe in full expansion, with transformations, mutations and chaos... which imply innovations, and that we have to verify in ourselves... although apparently all these changes in the Universe do not affect us.
Not only do -all these changes- affect us, but they do so mysteriously, through that pause in sleep, preparing us for the new challenge, the new place, the new world in which we are going to recreate ourselves. That it is not Monday, nor Tuesday, nor Thursday, nor Friday, nor Saturday, nor Sunday. That it is a new dawn... in which the Praying Call calls us to be awake to the small details of each moment..., that will give us the clue, the signal, the sense of how to innovate, reinvent ourselves, evolve according to the expansion of Creation.
Human consciousness has been hijacked and has remained anchored in "yesterday", "what is going to be done tomorrow", "what to do today"…
And it is necessary -the Prayer urges us- that any fulfilment that our trajectory and our presence require be adorned by that novelty... of a new occasion, of a new opportunity. And, like everything new, it becomes brightness, it becomes innovative, it becomes surprise, it becomes research, it becomes curiosity.
And all of this is... the result of that "love" that makes us be born. This is how we are born every day: new!
But... trapped by egomania, idolatry and self-importance, the being remains on the train track, when it turns out that his presence is that of a bird flying... guided by the wonders of the wind.
We are liberating, flying designs... due to our consciousness that allows us to do the verse. It gives us access to fantasy, to imagination, to illusion. And, on a daily basis, to persevering hope.
And as we are in Prayer, we must collect "every word". That it is not just one more in the composition of what is going to be heard. No! It is one more revelation... that has probably been said to us before, but perhaps we have not heard it enough to "apprehend it", that is to say, to incorporate it!...
How to feel as innovation -right now, in this instant-, to feel in another place, in a new event. Feeling that all the worries, all the inconveniences, all the things we think are not good, are shades of goodness, camouflaged, that we have not known -"we have not known"- how to recycle, to take them up again. Since "life" is "goodness", it admits no other ingredients.
When, in everyday life, that announcement appears, that news, that talk of one to another, in which: "There is an opportunity...". "You have the opportunity...". "Now you have the occasion...", and we immediately start to set off.
Just look at how many billions were consumed on Black Friday, for "the occasion", "the opportunity"... in a whole material field.
But when reaching the intangible space, the invisible space of our consciousness, it appears as a wall that affects on every illusion and every fantasy, to prevent it from progressing or to demand materiality from it.
We are not walls...; we are not a species of exploitation of resources...; we are not a species of dragging... But we do exercise this way. To the extent that we consciously remember, our providential nature, we will stop dragging heavy pasts that tend to repeat themselves over and over again cancelling out any new day.
That is not our nature of humanity.
Open your eyes to see. Open our ears... for something more than just listening. Identify aromas that surround us and call us. Talk to flavours that flood us. And be aware of caresses that daily life brings us.
This is how we make new feelings out of our senses. Without appropriating them. Passing with them. Realising that we are loved... and, consequently, we are beings of love. That we have been born today. And what we know is to love. But it seems we are ashamed of it, because of course we can't own it. But we don't have to own it! It's our innate nature!
She owns us... in any case.
So that "wanting to possess love" is a terrible trap of our overbearing conscience.
That is there that our awareness of being born, of dawning, must emerge -when it appears.
May our senses be alerted, and thus our sense recovers... our nature as lovers of life. Lovers of life contemplating every detail, that emerges from our own consciousness and from infinite details that surround us. With all of this, to feel truly innovative, novel, surprised, ready to apprehend, to discover, to assume the transparent, the Mysterious Mystery of the permanent Creation.
Silence, which is the Creative Verb, inspires us.
By taking on contemplating the details of each moment, as a Creator language that is there to guide us, with that alert attention, we dissolve the obsessive compulsion of the leading role; we become porous... light... ready to fly.
Burdens of prejudices, troubles and other impediments dissolve lacking in importance.
We thus become enthusiastic renovators, who do not cling, in their way of being, to what happened, what ocurred, but renew and dissolve what happened, based, on learning and "apprehending", of discovering myself in a new position.
To make with our gestures, words, attitudes, an innovative surprise at every moment.
May our consciousness of character be sinuous and flexible. To stop hardening as a sign of prestige... or to be respected.
True respect is the one that arises from our defenceless attitude, due to the innocence of every discovery.
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