Awareness, awareness!

I think that, since I was a teenager, perhaps because of a tendency of my own, I paid a lot of attention to the natural and unnatural things around me. I remember how it gave me pleasure to see the clouds in the sky, or to hear the birds singing in the courtyard of my parents' house, or to enjoy the golden light of the altarpiece of the altars in the cathedral. And this last experience, as an acolyte, was definitive for my usual contemplative state.

However, this inclination did not become fully effective until I was fully aware of that personal truth. But not as a mere encounter of taste or academic training. No. It was the revelation of that profound poetry, present in the condensed thought in Basho's haiku (“The sound of the bell / expands in the mist / of dawn”), or in texts by the poet William Wordsworth (“a heart / that watches and welcomes”). I cannot leave out the book The Island by the writer Aldous Huxley, in which we are presented with a utopia; in the story the "mynah" birds say every so often: “Awareness. Here, now”, so that the inhabitants keep life in mind.

To be coherent in our life with a tendency towards the fully conscious is not at all easy. This attitude and spiritual disposition is in contradiction with the preponderant, totalitarian way of life today, where acceleration and inattention are characteristic.

Slowness, calmness, contemplation, silence, are at odds with the character that dominates almost worldwide. Noise prevails, oral or written speech without pause, almost deaf and, contradictorily, inexpressive.

My disposition is to seek or experience a full awareness of what I live. In it I keep on, in spite of all the threats and denials.

Greetings.

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