On humanly planting transformational seeds of Love.

And therefore, on humbly persuading the Sunlight.

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PRECISION

(by Clarice Lispector)

What reassures me

is that everything that exists,

exists with absolute precision.

Whatever the size of a pinhead

does not overflow a fraction of a millimeter

beyond the size of a pinhead.

Everything that exists is very accurate.

The pity is that most of what exists

with that accuracy

is technically invisible to us.

The good thing is that the truth comes to us

as a secret sense of things.

We ended up guessing, confused,

perfection.

✨️

As the beautiful

Valerie Monroe

always says in order to greet her great people, ‘Hello readers, old and new.’ I am grateful for everyone’s presence here, and also, I am humbled by the grace of those who have been my ‘book group’ from the very beginning here on this platform — the ones who are rare rays of sunshine in my daylight! Last Sunday (17th) was my birthday. As I reflected on the passage of time, on the parameters of my doubts, and on the precision of my wins, I remembered a conversation I had weeks ago. A family member and a professional I admire the most asked my opinion about a personal matter and told me that I was possibly the only one who she would ever trust with that specific answer. According to her, I am ‘the most purposeful dreamer she had ever met.’ Hearing this sentence, I thought to myself that she had no idea about the extensive truth living within those simple words. To her question, I had only one response — ‘Fight,’ I told her fiercely. Just because something hasn’t ever happened before doesn’t mean it shouldn’t or couldn’t happen now. I can often see how people are bound by their scope, by their scars, by their fears. What is the main way through which we can be absolutely sure that the moment to accept an accountable change has come? How could we acknowledge the moment in which the depth of an inner feeling has undeniably touched and propelled our heart to definitely take a brave step towards a new attitude, towards a new amplitude of vision?

Have you ever thought if the ones who created Substack had decided against pursuing what once was merely a futuristic project? Or if they had decided instead that there were way too many amazing books out there already? We wouldn’t be here right now — writing, connecting, evolving. Oh my small community, I can assure you that beautiful miracles happen when we open our soul to perceive ‘things’ with transformational eyes. I might be a dreamer, but I believe in that with all my heart. And it’s quite a huge one. Be that as it may, I know I might be taking some risks in doing so. Effectively, the most terrifying of them all is being judged as someone I truly am not. I comprehend that everyone appreciates a safety net for their longings, and I recognize that life is not always a linear road. But even so, could the high mountains be climbed if people insisted on only going straight ahead? As a doctor, I have had to handle unplanned decisions. What’s right, what’s wrong? I have a plain idea of these two concepts. I am such a reasonable person after all. And yet, here I am, writing these words, which can be taken rightly or wrongly by the circle of time, by the measure of life. That’s an exercise I have been practicing for some time now. Surely, with three powerful allies by my side — my intuition, my intensity, my integrity. What’s perfect? What’s possible? What’s pertinent? I suppose only time will tell.

Recently, I was told that from time to time I expose a way too pure, and even, ingenuous aura. These words momentarily made my being cringe. And still, I wouldn’t change a thing. I know who I am, I trust in what I fight for, and above all, in what kind of victories I live for. The rest is the rest. And they will eventually reveal themselves. They always do. These past few weeks I have been compelled to read this one ‘love letter’ once again. I so respect Clarice’s thoughtful stability, uncanny ground, reflective brilliance. I wanted to publicly express my admiration for her sober audacity, for her solid reassurance, for her very soul. This whole poem seems to demonstrate how at the time, she had been reacquainting with a magical tale of dignified bearing — one that she decided to feel, needed to understand, and wished to become familiar with. A tangible gift bouncing with precision, one that she describes with a very crucial, very plain, and, very real intention. Perhaps, what she felt was an open-hearted sense of Spring — the same kind of contemplation brought by the new season that will be arriving tomorrow.

It is my strong belief that poetry exists to immortalize the striking events from before, and, to consolidate the grounded core of what has yet to happen. Today, I write this out of a sensible impulse to create a significant point of intersection, a joyful corner sitting between the collision of magnificent synchronicities, the cascade of disclosed meanings, the reigning transcendence of narratives. Today, I write this out of the stunning confluence of realities to the place where I will allow myself to confide in the unseen, in the unguided, in the unbelievable. More than anything, it represents an endeavor to keep these grateful reminders on my soul. It ignites an instinct to keep fighting, it illuminates a way to keep walking — and with each new step, try to leave a softening trail of love, courage, and inspiration. Try to cultivate a force capable of nourishing the heartening source of this one crystalline light I cherish, densely deep. Perhaps one day it will follow me. Perhaps that’s truly, simply, madly an act of unconditional attention in itself.

Oh, I feel so blessed for it all.

✨️ Thaíssa.

— Me, greeting Spring, with passion.