Me, You, He/She, We ... What are You?

We are what we live and share.

We are made up of encounters and disagreements that we live with others, made of moments and events that make us grow, change and become stronger or weaker, depending a lot on the circumstances, moments and what's under our skin, of our heart and our line of thought that leads us to act according to what makes sense to us so. We are what is behind the look, a smile, a few tears, a gesture or words, we are a set of feelings alive and asleep on the wall of our heart and in more turbulent or stormy moments leads us to actions that we do not always see ourselves or think we are able to have, very unusual in us. Actions that take us to the unknown of the self that we judge and so often claim or judge to be and in which we do not recognize ourselves. It is the inner storms, the so-called identity crises, the need for encounter and personal reflection that forces us to cross our own desert to find the light that helps us to move forward in what many designate as our destiny, fate, will and still God's designs.

There is no right way or an effective way for this crossing, a crossing that often reminds us of the desert sand storms that hide everything and makes it difficult to find the right path for each "Me or Us", each one walks the path of their own measure. Sometimes we walk in silence, sometimes with joy or tears, with courage and determination, or simply walking without a concrete end, some succeed, others don't but we all go through them.

It is through crossing the personal desert that we are led to personal knowledge and to be fully aware of our actions.

My Self, whenever I allow myself willingly, by invitation or by necessity to make the crossing of the desert, step by step, I discover new favorable or less unfavorable points that I want to improve and that I feel much more "I" when I allow myself " BE "and" SERVING "to the detriment of the socially valued" Appear, Have and Power "

Without delving into what inspired "Sophia de Mello Breyner Anderson" in this poem I take refuge, read, reread and get inspired during my crossings

"To cross the desert of the World with you" To cross the desert of the World with you To face the terror of death together To see the truth to lose fear Next to your steps I walked For you I left my kingdom my secret My quick night my silence My round pearl and its orient My mirror my life my image And I left the gardens of paradise Out the light without the veil of the hard day Without the mirrors I saw that I was naked And the open space is called time So with your gestures you dressed me And I learned to live in full wind