Serene. No guilt to name, no sins to reproach.

Serene. No guilt to name, no sins to reproach. The sun shines from beyond my thoughts, oblivious to any drama that might occur. In this world of so much energy, colors and shapes appear that surprise anyone who is not always ready and willing to let it all pass.

Among sounds and voices in no concert, a guttural whisper vibrates from the nearest of places. I cannot see it, for it is not in front of me. It is myself. Why was I looking for myself all around me? Here I am, singing a sincere ode in my silence. The whisper comes from an event occurring from the infinity of eternities: myself.

Singing so, I open my arms to the novel unraveling before me. How happy I am in this world of madness while I keep sane in forgiveness. This is how I change the world: by forgiving it. There is nothing to ask for; everything is given to me by the divine grace that bathes me in peace. I breathe to the rhythm of my dancing steps. A promise at last becomes visible: All is well here.