Evolution

Love is a sacred reserve of energy; it is like the blood of spiritual evolution

(Pierre Teilhard de Chardin)

Whatever we are

is already inscribed

within the scrolls of our being.

Not as fate,

but as invitation.

When we open,

we unfold.

When we unfold,

we remember.

When we remember,

we evolve.

The pages are written,

yet unread.

Only as we grow

do our eyes learn

how to read

what has always been there.

When we close,

we do not erase the text,

we simply stop turning the page.

What remains unread

does not vanish,

it waits.

A mystery

patient as breath,

faithful as time.

When we open again,

we do not become something new.

We allow

what has always been

to continue becoming.

Evolution is not the act

of adding more.

It is the courage

to keep reading.

Yo lo Creo/

I believe, and so it is