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  • From science I learn that I am my own galaxy, composed of around fifty trillion cells….

    Just as in the center of a galaxy, I feel, there is a black hole inside me.

    Sometimes I perceive it in my chest. Then it appears inside my head. At other moments I feel it whirling around inside my heart. Whenever I dance it drops into my belly.

    I have tried to fill that hole with food and with drink. When I was young I attempted again and again to fill it with love affairs. I try to fill it with work and words. I try to fill it with people, I also try once and again to fill it with the beauty I see and hear and feel around me in the world.

    I find myself scared: the hole eats it all up and wants more. Whatever I have done is not enough to satisfy it. Sometimes I fear that one day this hole will swallow me up completely.

    There are moments when I am courageous enough to confront the black hole: I sit with this immense empty hurricane in meditation. Then I realize that inside each of us there rages the same hungry ghost. Compassion for all living beings invades me. Strangely enough: this lets the hole shrink and I can handle it for a while…..




    Yo leí que yo soy una galaxia de alrededor de 50 trillones de células. También adentro de mí percibo un hoyo negro.

    A veces el hoyo se encuentra en mi pecho, luego va a mi cabeza, después lo encuentro en mi corazón. Cuando bailo baja a mi panza.

    He tratado de llenar el hoyo con comida y bebida. De joven intenté llenarlo con amores. Trato de llenarlo con trabajo y muchas citas, con vida social y de repente con demasiadas palabras que digo. Hasta he intentado llenarlo con la belleza que encuentro en el mundo.

    Pero el hoyo se traga todo y pide más. Me asusta. temo que un día me va a tragar completa.

    Cuando me atrevo enfrentarlo en meditación me doy cuenta que cada ser vivo vive con ésta misma tormenta adentro y me lleno de compasión. Entonces el hoyo se achica y se vuelve manejable por un rato

    This story has 15 images / Esta historia contiene 15 pinturas mias: The Black Hole - El hoyo negro

    Art by Kiki
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