We Become Gods

Walking along the sandy coastal path I feel a strong wind, I hear the words in it. Silently, and sometimes angry, he speaks to us in his forgotten language. The expressive trees sway, and the raging sea writes it all in its wavy lines.

His words pierced through, and it is not enough to hear him. To turn into his tune, there is no other way. With each of my experiences in this life, I knit that canvas of reality where children will live. I react with a sunny smile if one day they hear me in the wind.

I see gods in the sky, in the forest, in the waves of the sea, I see them in birds and in a human nearby. These are our ancestors who, having traveled the winding path of life, turned into threads in the fabric of this reality.

Recognize that all this surrounding reality is your mother and father turned into a wonderful nature.