You, who once believed yourself greater than destiny itself, and declared independence from your responsibilities.
Who trusted in the compass of doubt and never questioned yourself.
You, who once loved deeply, but avenged every pain.
Who never knew how to turn your mistakes into anything but bitter medicine.
You, who celebrated what was never meant to be celebrated.
Who forgot that glory is a mantle woven by your words and deeds throughout History.

You, once a sublime model of archangel and a faithful example of demon,
never truly knew your own eyes — but today you challenge the mirror of your own conscience.

Listen: there is still time.
Truth is a land without paths, where every step you take is welcome.
Accept the inevitable course of the river toward the sea, and bless the spring,
even if the whole river is lost in its mouth.

Proclaim the victory of light over darkness,
and of Love over all passions.
Learn that falling is not reserved only for autumn leaves —
it is possible to fall through virtue and rise through your own sins.

Nurture your bonds. Undo your chains.
Seek to dissolve your fears in pursuit of the kingdom and the blessing of wisdom.
Walk firmly through the storms, knowing that clouds dissolve in the wind’s own rhythm,
which also shapes the sand and the rocks of the plateau.

Know this: change is the daughter of time.

So cultivate patience.
Discover that the gardener’s true joy lies in the fragrance of the flowers,
and that the veil of forms hides what never changes.

Hear the Soul that sings:
the heart is the mother of all gentleness,
and Vanity, the father of all lies.

Abandon the pursuit of perfection —
for it is a horizon that never arrives.

And through the impermanence of days and fortunes,
of plots and ruins, of triumphs and troubles,
know that the eternal dwells in the heavens.

Because on Earth, in the end,
through the inevitable outcome of death,
the sublime is aspiration.
😉🙏❤️

©️ Beatriz Esmer