Outfits for a living
original poem
Dear One,
It took me a while to admit this beautiful paradox: what scares us the most contains the antidote that delivers us. I understood this through my heart, when I felt that my fears were coming to reveal unfulfilled physical needs. The emptiness, the noise... everything speaks to mean that the longing for life stands right in front of the fear. Words are unstoppable to come to connect these opposites and pacify within.
The writing process is both demanding and liberating.
It keeps asking me to be more and more naked.
It’s like diving into the depths of intimacy. And yet, far from making me evolve in a dark and isolated world, it propels me back to the surface each time. The surface: where the intimate is so close to the world that the light ricochets off the slightest ripple. The azure is in front of you.
Our bodyhearts need so much to feel that others are beating in their own paths, in echo, to succeed in diving and climbing again and again. I call it coming back into your own womb and finally getting out into the world with others. Imagine a ballet of aquatic creatures!
Some days have a taste of acrid and ungrateful toil in this furious world. Because nothing seems to evolve and yet everything changes minute by minute. I often wonder how people can hold on without feeling, without believing, without knowing that every breath is an opportunity to bring good, beautiful, into the world, without perceiving the light, all this while wearing inner weapons tougher than the toughest of viruses. How do they live? They survive as zombies. T. calls them "zombies". And I quite agree.
Feeling it all, perceiving it all is within everyone’s reach but so many want to repress for fear of doing this dive to the bottom of themselves and return to the light at last naked. I wear my soul right upon my skin and even if it looks weird compared to the most common avatars, I finally feel breathing. Life is priceless, but survival is beyond our means. Palpitation is within our reach. Every moment. To revive this world a little, for those who will come after us, it is time to live what is in us.
I write for myself first, to give myself courage, strength, to resurrect the words I needed to hear when they were never spoken. To give life to these words that I finally want to embody, in the ordinary seconds of everyday life and in the epiphanic graces out of time.
So here’s my poem this month, "Outfits for a living".