[An unedited poem written in quarantine] (para español, haz click aqui)
I am the virus and I have a crown It seems like a royalty thing But it has spikes, and I'm going to prick you. That crown is nothing but my ego. I am, I am. I am the teachings of a lifetime. I am the totality of influences on my ancestral past, my karmic past and my family past. My teachers are too.
I am the virus that comes to worry you. I am the essence of anxiety. I am invisible, dangerous and still do nothing. My tool for change is fear. I am the virus and I cause fear, being so small, I get drunk on power. I seem like a demon, something devilish, evil. But I am the coronavirus. My existence happened just like yours. Out of nowhere, in a cosmic dance of evolution, between laws of cause and effect, spiritual laws and laws of physics, I was born, like you. There are those who doubt my presence and my power. The same people already live according to the new rules that my birth causes. There are those who only try to lift the smokescreen to see who is behind and to see what flag they hold up; red or blue, rainbow or crescent moon. If it did not exist, it would still have taught you that you are fragile. I have taught you that you were prioritizing something that was not worth it.
I am the Angel of Death, I am taking what no longer serves us. You isolate yourself physically so that others do not touch you and do not contaminate you. Your isolation is my touch and in your house you only found the closeness of other people, that which you thought you would perceive more closely with your coffee dates, with your side-by-side sweating at the dance. Because of me, because of the danger that I present to you, by chance, you had the time to call people, who are closer to your heart, not closer to your home. Blessed be I. I am the famous virus that took you to China and back through tons of fossil fuels. I am the proof of your humanity. If you want to call me a demon, so be it. There is nothing I can perceive that is not part of me.
