A night...

Thanks. Cultivating Love can be done in many ways. Meanwhile, not cultivating hatred and judgment, complaints, empty words. Just a music, looking for God in the eyes of passers-by, practicing to find him in small things. Very small. Infinitesimal.

There is no difference between microcosm and macrocosm. I love, regardless. And I wait with Faith. And I enjoy the journey. Seeds that will bloom to die .. and how wonderful is the Earth that cradles them for months before making them live again, somewhere else, with another guise. But always with the same intent: Life.

We were taught that only humans speak. In reality, the whole Universe speaks. It is up to us to discover the secret language of beings and particles.