I FEEL SO INSPIRED
& MORE CALM

I currently believe that freeing myself (though not completely) from the prejudices and constraints imposed on me during a difficult time in my life brings me a state of absolute tranquility, even if only momentarily; I sense it as a period of numbness. Because of this, I find myself in a reflective state, where I FEEL INSPIRED and MORE CALM. Inspired simply by having the cognitive space where my mind can unfold without momentary interruptions—while I am in this numbed state—it is a fact that even the most insignificant thing can trigger a great sense of imminence that unleashes a world that is entirely expressive and artistic. But even so, I feel calmer, more peaceful, and without any fear that anything could corrupt this delicate lucidity that this peaceful state conveys to me. Although the earthquake has already passed and there is concern for the bodies still in the rubble, I feel that the only reflection this leaves me with is to be grateful every day for what I currently have and for who I am. Clearly, I’m not saying this to accept sympathy from people I know or don’t know—and while I do sometimes appreciate it, for the most part I don’t share that sentiment. With this, I’m simply trying to show that progress isn’t just a milestone to be surpassed—after which we’d remain stuck at a fixed point with no way back—but rather a process that involves hard work to achieve “evolution,” and that must be sustained. If you’ve managed to make progress, work to maintain it. But keep your head held high and look ahead; the past is a reality that no longer exists and where you no longer live. Focus on where you are now to continue making progress.

I think the key to all of this is that I feel lucky especially because I FEEL SO INSPIRED AND CALM. That aspect of luck is what I love the most. I think it’s an essential path to turning to poetry. Just yesterday, as the first foundations of this piece were taking shape, that inspiration struck me it motivated me to open a notebook and jot down unfinished verses that had great potential to form an epic poem. But that particular idea told me it was wonderful that it was meant for the end, That’s when the idea of progression resonated how the hell did I go from writing sad verses from a youthful, desperate perspective to writing others today with more reflective tones, where I may have included fierce and abstract language that, when brought together, could form the core of a purposeful whole? It went like this:

Living with that idea was driving me crazy. Thinking about how everything worked in my favor the one effort where, even though I hesitated, I kept working steadily only to eventually hit a plateau and take a break. That defined my thinking yesterday and today, so it’s a fact: progress is the hard work you have to earn to achieve a “fleeting” sense of satisfaction that serves as the starting point for continuing to take action. I know that to many this sounds like a simple “stable” pattern. But I truly believe it’s a foundation; you have to view it from a proactive perspective, where you shouldn’t see it as desperation, but rather as the inspiration and calm needed to resume action and continue moving toward the goal in the right direction. But to be clear, if we’re talking about reaching the extreme of freedom, it’s very far off; the concept of “freedom” is unlikely—nothing is truly free, except for the freedom you’re consciously aware of and the different ways you can act freely. While these can have limiting connotations in some cases, what matters is to keep going and keep moving forward. That’s why I titled the poem “Longitudes” or "Lengths" (in english) because the shorter the desire, the longer the process of achieving it can be.

And I wouldn't be myself if I didn't draw parallels between my writing and Jim's, but he was talking about more or less the same thing “You feel your strength in the experience of pain”. This inspires me knowing I’m not the only one who might have shared a thought or idea that connects to the unique core of the subject. It’s something I truly love and find soothing, especially when it comes from a shaman or rather, THE SHAMAN who, sadly, now rests on the other side. Anyway, I think I’ve blown my damn mind once again, and that’s not my usual habit; but I truly feel lucky to experience these kinds of overlaps, and for the first time, they don’t feel like masks. I’m really going to work on holding on, to stay here but not forever: may all of this serve as my guiding principle for future sensations that promise the best for a future me, or a deceased me, who knows.

Written by PABLO