The Community of Souls
The Other is near
Not far, not close either
But always enough to fill your world
The one you know, and you call yours.
It is not a choice not to see the Other,
It is an illness you ignore,
Unnatural deformity of one’s ego-driven thought,
Collectively learned to be acceptable
For your life to entail only your own directed meaning,
As if your eyes,
That you are meant to wear so to see
Are blinded from what your vision is meant to show you
Intentionally, you are keeping them closed
To avoid answering in action
To what the light is made to bring you.
There is no ask, no favor you are doing to the world,
When smiling at fantoms that you renamed real,
When you forgot the other’s body, the other’s soul,
Looking for the side paths
To explain your absence, your ordeal,
Or the excuse that he’s too small, too weak or way too far…
Neither that there is a competition of salvation
To win a contest if you See the Other
Or get approval, seeming it were from the Heart,
To make your claim
And feel entitled to put your mark
Ahead of others
And then be recognized as hero or sage,
Touching without feeling,
Pretending you know what it conveys.
The Otherness is not to hinder,
It is in You, the other side of You,
At the crossing of your every joy and whisper
At the core of your treasured distinctiveness
Even when you look for yourself in the mirror,
Through your veins,
In the deep looks in your eyes,
Searching for your pair or your counterpart,
In your hands, in your yearning for closeness,
In every way you have been made One
Meant to be more than you.
The Other is the recognition of yourself
Releasing your heart from the cage
Of the one-sided glimpses at your steps
Through the fields and oceans and mountains of the world.
You are gifted with identity
To elevate it to a bridging embrace
Of the one who can fill your ego with objections
And with the blessing of being other than you.
You have been elected to serve the Other without retribution
If you seek to be one day your fulness,
No matter how far uneasiness has been attempted
And then disputed
Between your demons of war and your faces of peace.
If you open your eyes and your senses,
The other is as you observe his coming
Even when you are stranded
And only surrounded by shadows.
The other is always an ask away
To release her or him
From what you see just looking at yourself,
Caught in your skin.
You drink from many cups alone
Your sorrows and your pains,
Why not to drink the cup of Joys and Love
To recognize the Other
Within your dearest Meanings?
Between what you deserve and what you are
Your trail meanders towards the Other
Amongst wonders and visions
And many marks of light from your dreams,
Undesignated pieces of Life,
That you can’t have,
But only daring imagine they could be shared
In the anticipation of the Other
And of the road that brings.
By design the Otherness in us was instilled,
When we were first broken in pieces,
There was no accident that we are not alone,
Not even if your heart last breathes,
Suspended between your end and your hope.
If you gave your oath to be alive,
At the time of your birthing cry,
Written in your flesh and your blood,
You are sworn to obey
The world that has received you.
You are the first and the last citizen
Of earth’ community of souls,
In all your joys and your cries
Seeking the Other.
There is no Self without finding the One
You have been looking for,
Just emptiness and war.
If you want your dream to come true
And fulfill the path of your becoming,
You must weight Your Love and Your Hope
In the palms of the Other,
The One who holds the Light for you.