The ritual of white board

She was eight.. love those stars of all times,

dicovering numbers are infinite and stars are moving..

the biggest disccovery.. everything is moving.

Do not worry about the details.. they will all change in a second..

It all changes .. it all moves

She went on in life learning to write.. no white boards in the sixties...

Learned God is love..

wipe it out and fell in love with clouds..

Wipe it out.. go back .. white boards are in the eighties..

its not there anymore.. God is not love.. God is all..

Details and more details.. she wiped it all.. so many times..

there is always new discoveries to make..

never worry about a details because all will come to a change..

Forty more years, she finally has her own white board

today God is not all ..

today God is.. because she is

No need for details.. even this will change..

...walking through the glass door...

It was around Xmas time, office was starting to get more quiet as people are taking off. Around 2 PM, it was so quiet, just perfect moment to drop the pen.. take eyes of the PC screen and stare at the light coming through the window.. Colleagues in the room were quiet too .. they just came back from lunch (smile).. my thoughts were soaring towards the sky of May, the blue sky with white clouds.. smiling at a thought that May was and is my happiest month in the year. Its my choice of months.. December is not my choice, I was raised to love it for its spirit of sharing and accepting.. but May is my choice, its the month of a new value which we earn as we grow older (I guess..): the value of being! that's what May brings around: a fulfillment of the existence of existence itself ! My God what a thought.. then ... then.. boom.. trishhhhshshshhh.. what happened???? We ran to the hallway someone was saying Lin walked into the glass door !

After days went to see Lin, after laughing about what happened.. I asked Lin "how did it feel to walk through that door?" Lin looked at with that big smile.. cuts on his face and hands.. he said.. that day I received a message from my mother telling me and telling me... my boss was telling me .. I was telling me... I was listening to all of them and said to each ne "sure when I have time !".. "mom, you know am listening.." . You know all this telling is so nice.. no need to think .. just say ne word and advise will pour in form all directions..

I decided to take a break, Lin continued, took off for a walk and felt my life is being in a cubical.. sometimes it gets so small.. it just kills me.. I saw it .. the big wide glass door that I was watching the world through.. everybody was telling me.. but everybody far from my touch.. our touch.. I am safe behind that grand glass door.. I want to touch that tree.. smell that flower.. touch that wound.. and smile back to that friend who was telling me how to run my life.. I want to smile back and put my hand on his shoulder and say ' I hear you.. I love you too !'.

Tears were filling my eyes listening to Lin who went on ... all of this was out there and inside here (pointing to his head and heart) but never here opening both hands ... the glass door was the communicator. I had to walk through it to take that flower into my hands .. to listen to all the sounds of life.. to fill my head and chest .. my ears with love of life.. and there it was.. I went through it.. apparently I was so immersed in my thoughts imaging am going through my glass door that I actually I was.. I went through my glass door..

Nice to meet you friend

They are not just numbers anymore

Names and pictures

Photos... smiles... colors

My friends who I never met or knew

My world... our world

I do not have to wait till next broadcast

I call a friend

I read my email

And when time allows I look at the www

What a change …

My friend who I never met

Nice to meet

Even through pictures

God they look so alive

And Alive they will always be!

I also have friends who you will meet

They were figures and counted numbers

Today I have a name for you

A wife and a son who can be my friends too

Those who made this possible is you and me

Him and her who put things together

Who out of darkness brought a LIGHT

From unknown mysteries

From puzzles and enigmas

From rigid numbers and lifeless formulas

From life and dead … life is rebuilt

Because Life is created to carry on

To continue its journey

To the moment when all will come together

That’s the lesson I learned

It is nice to meet you my friend

Even if it is on facebook