04/13/2026
Embracing this Wisdom for my Sun-Day 🫶. Gracias-Sulpayki - don Oscar . So Exquisite ! 💗💕🙏🏼
The Reason for Existence
by don Oscar Miro-Quesada
Before silence was named, before void had a voice,
a stirring tremor in the womb of possibility was present.
Not nothing, never nothing—
but a fertile darkness humming equations,
a pregnant stillness heavy with light.
From quantum flickers, from trembling chance,
The cosmos leaped like a spark into the tinder of forever.
Galaxies spilled their spirals into night’s chalice,
stars forged iron from fire,
and planets cooled like beads of ash in the palm of eternity.
Life—oh, audacious accident,
or destiny’s cunning design--
bubbled from stone and saltwater,
teaching molecules to dream,
teaching clay to sing.
Biology became biography.
Cells began to remember.
Eyes opened, oceans walked, lungs filled with wind.
And from the marrow of complexity arose
a question dressed in human tongue:
Why am I? How do I exist?
Philosophy answered with riddles.
Science answered with numbers.
Mystics answered with tears.
And still the question echoed
through temples, through laboratories,
through midnight whispers of lovers,
through the rustling of leaves that never cease
to teach us belonging.
Perhaps existence is a necessity,
for even nothing must collapse under its own emptiness.
Perhaps existence is play,
with the Divine scattering mirrors to delight in its own face.
Perhaps existence is love,
a longing to experience itself through ten thousand forms of tenderness.
We, small as dust motes, vast as galaxies,
form the bridge between questions and answers.
We are the universe, wondering aloud,
the cosmos tasting itself through laughter,
Great Originating Mystery seeking its reflection
in the fragile waters of our eyes.
Thence stand, soul—
stand beneath the stars,
stand upon the earth,
and know this:
You are not apart from the mystery.
You are its living syllable.
Your breath is the proof,
your heart the altar,
your love, the reason existence dares to reveal itself at all.
And when the end returns to its beginning,
when galaxies eventually exhale into silence,
the song will still be sung:
that the dance of Creation is not a riddle to be solved,
but a prayer to be lived—
a prayer whose answer
is always, forever,
…Munay, Kuyay, Tlasōtlalistli, Mukuringanyi, Uthando, Fikir, Nagligijara, Udalv́lvtanv’i, Tȟaŋlí, Zaagi’idiwin, Aloha, Agape, Prema, Bhakti, Ḥubā Ḥubb, Raḥmā, Jampa, Eshgh, Lyubóv’, Amor … … … LOVE.
Copyright © 2026 Oscar Miro-Quesada Solevo. (www.theheartofthehealer.org)
