Between black and white there are infinite shades. Beyond, there is the horizon that opens up, the soul that breathes. In the game of shadow that becomes light and vice versa. In the tears of joy and sadness, in the wind of the Spirit that guides us, more and more, up and down to discover who we are, what we are ... just by feeling, without knowing.
To feel us is to hold in your hands, the hands of the world, mine yours, your heart. Because there is no difference between you and me, whatever your choice, your body, your wounds, your awareness. If I hate you, I hate a part of me that asks to be seen. For the One we are all the same, because we are the One. Believing in the wonder in the power of the other is to cultivate one's beauty and tendency to evolution. In Love, always.