My Love
Do you feel it too?
This sorrow of a world falling apart
And yet this faith for what's possible.
This utter despair with any path offered
And yet this wild hope in impossible times.
This doubt if you matter at all
And yet this certainty that your actions have cosmic significance.
This fear for what is ahead of us
And yet this courageous love ready to flow out.
This loneliness in a hyperconnected world
And yet this deep connection with it all when in nature.
This confusion on who you really are
And yet this conviction that you belong here.
This grief from the destruction of life
And yet this radical aliveness to protect all living beings.
What if our broken pieces
Are not mistakes to fix
But seeds to plant?
What if our suffering
Is not a reason for despair
But a call for responsibility?
What if the crisis we are in
Is not the end of it all
But exactly what we need
To get to where we're going?
And what if in the heart of Latin America
Lie the answers
To humanity's greatest prayers?
In the ever present now
Where crisis meets ecstasy
Where wisdom dances with collapse
Where East meets West
Where North meets South
We rise
We pulse
We transform
We speak of decolonization
Through colonial tongues
Portuguese on our lips
English in our manifestos
The very words that bound us
Now set us free.
We are the children of colonizers
And the children of those they hunted
The blood of oppressor and oppressed
Flowing through the same veins.
Making peace with ourselves
Is making peace with history.
Here in the Global South
Dreaming First World dreams
Here in the periphery
Claiming to be the new center
The margins becoming mainstream
Without losing their edge.
We are the bastard children
Of every civilization
Too indigenous for Europe.
Too Western for the tribe.
Too spiritual for science.
Too rational for the gods.
And yet—
It is in these contradictions
That our power flowers
Like bromélias growing
From São Paulo's concrete walls
Life finding a way
Through impossible cracks.
For we are the impossible children
Of an impossible time
Between forest and city
Prayer and research
Dream and reality
We rise.
WE WILL NOT CHOOSE:
Between tradition and progression
Between science and soul
Between individual and collective
Between crisis and celebration
Between Meta and Metta
Between North and South
Between East and West
Between living and dying
Between being and becoming
WE CHOOSE:
The sacred "AND".
The path of pragmatic faith.
The smile and the tears of every day.
The coherence of becoming what we need.
WE ARE:
The ones who dance through the apocalypse
The ones who remember tomorrow
The ones who steal the fire
The ones who know love is revolutionary
WE DECLARE:
That wisdom must catch fire
That love must go viral
That consciousness must evolve at the speed of light
That bodies must remember what books forgot
That technology must learn to breathe
That progress must learn to pray
That science must learn to sing
That spirituality must learn to code
That the North must learn to rest
That the South must learn to rise
That the East must learn to dance
That the West must learn to bow
THIS IS OUR PROPHECY:
The salvation of the modern
Will come from the primitive.
The healing of the mind
Will come from the body.
The future of technology
Will come from the forest.
The evolution of consciousness
Will come from intimacy.
WE CALL:
To the ones who feel it stirring
To the ones who know it's time
To the ones who need it most
To the ones who still have faith
To the ones who love this planet
To the ones who know the Tropical
To the ones who are ready to give their lives
And to the ones who need it most.
WE REJECT:
The false choice between progress and wisdom
The silver bullet myth of techno-utopia
The oligarchic censorship of imagination
The escapism of digital bread and circus
WE EMBRACE:
The sacred marriage of silicon and soul
The wise integration of speed and presence
The conscious evolution of our extended beings
The distributed intelligence of our collective heart
WE COVENANT:
To build gardens, not walls
Where value flows free as water
Where trust is earned, not imposed
Where local wisdom guides global flows
Where sovereignty breeds resilience
And abundance breeds generosity
In the ecology of free collaboration
In this time of great acceleration
We neither resist nor surrender
But surf the wave with open hearts
Knowing that our greatest technology
Is still the human capacity to love.
There is a gift this land must give
To the world, and to humanity.
We are but the messengers
Vessels of love, disciples of the tomorrow.
Balancing, juggling
We will dance our way to the twilight of modernity
Mourning and playing
And perhaps, allowing
for the birth of something more beautiful.
Join the dance.
The future needs your moves
The present, your dreams
The past, your remembering
The Earth, your love
The crisis, your joy
The evolution needs your body, and
The revolution needs your soul.
We are MettaTropical, and we are just the beginning.
