You are not lost.

You are alone in a time that does not show itself,

But that he is preparing you.

Quietly.

There is a time that does not let you run,

That stops you, that forces you to breathe

plan.

It is the time of waiting that seems never-ending,

The one that keeps you on the edge,

Between what you were and what you still don't know you are.

It is not bewilderment:

Is the gestation of a new form of you.

An invisible place that trains you without

asking questions,

That you may, one day,

recognize the exact moment

In which the door will open before you.

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Invisible Thresholds is a space where words do not explain, but open pathways. A blog between mind, soul and art, for those seeking meaning beyond the obvious.

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