The vision that came to my mind in unexpected, was that of a living river. Of a river re-evaluated. Of a river that returns from the past, to reclaim his rightful place it deserves.
A river, which has long ago forgotten, reminds people of its existence and its value.
A living river, which does not want to be dirtied, who declined to be considered as a natural open sewer. A disgraced
river pollution, which wants to recover his dignity.
A waterway now lost from collective memory, that is longing to serve the people again that the dawn of time have enjoyed its vitality and richness.
A river that wants to go back to being a river.
And the vision has continued to project itself in the eyes of my mind as a film along the stages of its history, shows scene after scene, implications and unexpected twists.
Suddenly, what looked like a poor man begging river due respect, becomes the hero with a destiny to savior.
A river that transforms from victim to escape.
A river that humble be heeded, it becomes master.
A river that forgives the rapes that the human being committed and that gives us redemption.
And in this climate of reconciliation between man and nature, created a new awareness.
The recognition that human beings are nothing without him.
that without his precious sap, the man could not exist.
that without his cycle through the earth, nothing would grow.
that without him, without his sight, without the sound, sometimes low and melodious, sometimes strong and irrepressible, our souls wither.
And from this consciousness, slowly rises from the depths of his heart a clear emotion.
A feeling of gratitude.
A huge thanks for putting up our ignorance.
For having to wait to see there alone, that we were hurting our brother. And that this relation, is part of us. Part of everything that concerns us, unites us, leading us eventually to understand that what we do to others, we also do ourselves.
For better or for worse. I
pervasive awareness that life had given us the task to watch over him. To be his guardian, rather than its perpetrator and that we all dishonored, we have broken the sacred commitment to protect and preserve it from our own stupidity and live in harmony with him.
And this spiral of emotions, leads me to understand that reflection about myself now. This unheard
companion who does not speak my language, I was told by his mere presence who I am.
A sense of shame comes over me.
He was always here and now I only know of its existence.
of its beauty.
of its importance.
I realize that since I was born, he was always there.
In all these years I waited silently.
And now I find myself talking with him through the wonderful language of emotions.
Suddenly I feel privileged.
I want to shout to all my discovery. My enlightenment.
I want to stop the cars on the bridges that cross it and say, "Hey! Look down! It is the river Rhine! It's your brother! "
0 comments:
Post a Comment