Retiro: May 1st to 12th, 2023

Firm in the Father's hand, the journey begins.
The gate is narrow and so is the path.
Focus, concentration, persistence and resistance.

Pains, sweats, visions and tears.
Time runs slow and silence reigns.
Blooming orange angels move sometimes
And they are also the example of the stillness.

Life vibrates in sounds and colors outside.
And penetrates the interior in synchronicities.
And then the food arrives.
Good for the physical, good for the soul.

The beautiful, the sublime, the sacred, the light.
The ugly, the abyssal, the profane, the darkness.

When crossing the zenith the serene storm.
Shipwrecked in a boat I see the beach.
Everything is new, unexplored, unrecognizable.
The senses investigate such reality.

Reunions...
Buried memories bloom.
They surprise, amaze and dazzle.
Simple words are unable to describe.
And then poetry becomes necessary.

And the experience ends and the world returns.
Soft landing, return to dense life.
Nothing is the same anymore, nothing impacts.
I became an operating angel in light and darkness.