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✨The Lost Art of Being With the Birth✨

Once, we sat beside the fire’s glow,
Hands still, hearts wide, letting labor flow.

No clocks, no charts, no numbered pain.
Just breath and moan and falling rain.

We knew the tides, the moon’s slow call,
The way a mother leans, then falls.

Into the sea of something vast.
Each wave a rite, each surge a mast.

We whispered low, we touched with grace.
We did not rush or rearrange.

The sacred space where power grew.
Like roots through stone, like morning dew.

We did not speak unless she asked.
We wore no mask, we set no task.

But now, the beeping steals the song.
The lights are bright, the waits too long.

They chart her pain, they count, they scan.
And call it the best care, but miss the plan.

For birth is not a thing to fix.
It’s not a graph or bag of tricks.

It’s thunder wrapped in silken skin.
A roar that starts and ends within.

So let us grieve what we have lost.
The time, the trust, the fearsome cost.

And let us vow to find again.
The art of being there, as then.

To hold the space, to breathe, to see.
Not manage birth, but let it be.

To kneel with awe, not stand above.
And meet the work with sacred love.

-Love,
Flor Cruz
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He met her by chance after he had left her for a long time. He said to her, "I now have another lover, another heart, and another future." "And what about your life?" She closed her eyes to hide her tears. Their memories flashed before her eyes like lightning. She remembered how she had been by his side moment by moment. His times of sadness before his joy, his despair before his success. And how she had rejected all the men in the world to stay by his side. She gathered her strength and decided to preserve what remained of her pride. She looked at him smiling. Then she said, "Excuse me, sir. But do I know you?"

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29/05/2025

Diogenes, an ancient Greek philosopher...
He held a lantern in broad daylight!!!
People looked at him and laughed...
How could someone like him hold a lantern in the sunlight...as if the sunlight wasn't enough to find what he wanted!!!
When they asked him: "What are you looking for?"
His famous and still wise answer was:
("I am looking for a human being.")

He is looking for a human being...how many people there are and how few humans there are.

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