Quiero ser más como el bosque
Sabia, presente, generativa, colaboradora
Una entrega a lo que es
Al rendirse al fuego
Y una resurrección al soltar sus semillas
Antes de volverse ceniza.
Quiero doblar por horas como el bosque en un huracán
Dejando que el soplo de los vientos se lleven lo que ya no es necesario y deje lo que es esencial y eterno
Y en esta purificación
Todo lo que queda para nutrir es lo esencial.
Patrícia 22.junio.23
A Treasure of Stories
by Patrícia Cerqueira Seidler
There was a time when stories were shared
Well before books and e-books alike
There was a time when stories were shared
In the truest of original audiobook form
There was a time when stories were shared
Over and over again they were shared
They were passed down,
Loved, expanded, edited, remembered
There was a time well before the first book
When stories were shared so that one day
Books would be written and read
Loved, expanded, edited, remembered
There was a time well before the first book
And thousands of years after the first story told
When telling and sharing stories always existed
Sharing books and reading connect us to each other
And to that which is eternally unfolding
The vast human experience and humbling mysteries of life
That connect us to each other and other dimensions
To worlds where we want to belong and worlds we come home to
In reading we can travel, mother ourselves, dream, strive, and thrive
In sharing books, we ensure that the endless treasure of stories are
Loved, expanded, edited, and remembered
