O Regresso do Regresso à Madrugada de Luz

And just like that, the darkness begins to fade. A glimmer of understanding and insight emerges. Amid the trials, thoughts, feelings, and reflections, *The Return of the Return at the Dawn of Light* You appear. The journey into this dawn, the same as always: dark, dense, calm, welcoming; yet at the same time beautiful, neutral, resplendent. It is a place of encounter: from me to myself, from me to you, from me to us, from you to eternity. It is a return to the spirit of continuity.

The vast prairies can be glimpsed without mirages. The vast lakes form without oases. A long life is felt in the heart.

The Return, for dawn is addictive, deliciously addictive; the Return through the process of clarity, through the light that bursts forth—not just at the end of the tunnel—for nothing is diminished when it comes to expansion, and nothing remains distant once it is understood.

A life under everyone's gaze. A living flame served in a chalice—not of gold, but of love alone.

It is nothing more than a reflection—somewhere between poems and unfinished sentences—on the simple realization of the vision of being:

It seems that being is
, and that's exactly it:
to be.

I guess that's just the way it is.