In the quiet chambers of the heart, where whispers echo and secrets dwell, there is a rhythm—a gentle cadence of giving. It is a heart that breathes life, not with the force of a tempest, but with the softness of a zephyr, so as not to hurt.

Put Love into our hands, for they are the crucibles of our humanity. They divide, not to diminish, but to multiply—to share the warmth of a touch, the comfort of a grasp. In this division, we find the arithmetic of compassion, where every act of kindness multiplies, spreading like ripples across the surface of a still pond.

The spirit, wise and ancient, knows the perils of hoarding time like a miser with his gold. What is kept too long does not ripen but sours, discoloring with the taint of neglect, becoming bitter, a burden too heavy to bear. It is in the release, the offering, that we find lightness and grace.

Pray for today, for this moment is the altar upon which we lay our hopes. Tomorrow is a horizon ever retreating, a mirage that beckons but never arrives. Salvation, we discover, is not a distant shore but a treasure buried in the soul of the other, waiting to be unearthed right here, in the soil of the present.

Ask your mouth to smile, to become an apostle of joy, for smiles are the currency of the heart, the tender economy of the soul. Let them come back more often, like birds to a familiar perch, for in each curve of happiness, we find salvation.

It is in happiness that we find the key to our chains, the balm for our wounds. It is the wellspring from which flows the elixir of life—salvation in its purest form. For what is happiness but love in action, joy made manifest, the very essence of our being?

So let us breathe, love, and smile with the fullness of our being, for in these acts, we find the alchemy that transmutes the ordinary into the divine—the simple, profound truth that salvation is in happiness.

Copyright © Beatriz Esmer