Introducing Myself to You 

Kaleidoscope

There is a place in me that never rests,
not because it is lost, but because it was born for movement.

I am made of fragments that never repeat themselves
and yet recognize one another.

A fragment of silence, a shard of music,

a spark of a question that never ends.

When I think I am only one thing, something inside me turns,

bursts into sparks of art, and I become someone else. 

And someone else. And someone else again.

There is no contradiction in this. There is geography.

A mind that creates and is perpetually inspired.

Because everything that passes through me does not break me: 

it rearranges me.

I am a mirror that learns to change its angle without ceasing to be a mirror.

I am the instant when different ideas meet in the dark
and, without asking permission, decide to create beauty.

I am not a straight line. I am return, detour, spiral.

And, at the center of it all, there is no end.

There is a gaze. A gaze that slowly turns,

as though learning to see again what it had already seen.

If I am asked what I am, I do not answer with a form.

I answer with a movement.

And when everything seems too scattered,

when each part of me seems to be going its own way,

it is precisely then that a simple miracle happens:

the world turns, and I find myself.

Not as a fixed unity,

but as a living harmony.

Like a kaleidoscope.

Always in motion.
Always becoming.

We are light, and we are here.