What is Gestalt?

The only way I can concieve to describe what I love
is trying to write it in poetry:

Gestalt is simlpy a vision, a description of the world,
a position from which things are seen differently,
a perspective, a hill and the valley that follows it.

Gestalt is a global vision, a holistic paradigm,
an ethic gesture, a song to life.

It is also a theory but as the written notes,
it only serves as a guide,
just as the good instrument,
it doesn't forget that the hand that holds it
is more important than the tool itself,
that the land it covers is more important than the map itself.

That is why it is humble, it practices humility,
it takes into account what is obvious, what is simple,
the surface is as important as the depth of the sea,
because the valley is as marvellous as the river bed.

Gestalt is a voyage, a shared road, a path, a way back home,
a mystery revealed in a relationship, in company.

It is emotion, it is the deep, agonizing birth of life,
the hands full of blood that help in birth. It is passion;
it is the courage that is necessary for growing and living.

It is a path with a heart, a choice,
courage to accept one's mistakes,
strength to start all over again,
the desire to change everything even if only a little.

Gestalt is loving but loving truly;
it is being able to be marvelled by daily things,
to go through the basement and undergrounds of our life
ready to unearth the dead and plant the seeds.

It is to love and to love you without being afraid of confessing it, it is to ask you for help, it is to help you to get on your feet,
it is to recognize my skin when I touch yours,
it is to give myself although I may be afraid,
it is to hold the sword to defend what is good,
to belive that good exists and live to practice it.
And so recognize what is bad in me and change the exterior battle into what it has always been: my own interior struggle.

It is also being able to see the difference between war and violence among men and my own struggle to be free, to give back what is not mine and claim what belongs to me.

Gestalt is believing in children,
it's defending the child we have inside,
it's helping everyone to grow;
it's an Autumn afternoon in an empty park,
it's having lost, it's having been raped.

Gestalt is like a legion of survivors marching and singing, believing that we can go on in spite of everything.

It's a hope for change it's a bet for human beings,
a dance, an instrument, night, wine and fire.

It's like the tide that comes and goes, like the sea,
sometimes still and clear, sometimes troubled and muddy.

It's a creative and naked leap into a void,
first take all the precautions then risk it all.
It's to practice the utopia,
it's to become a warrior protecting the sacred flame,
recognizing the personal myth which is the universal drama of being human in each one of us.

It's to accept our destiny and not deny what we have to live but use it; plant in the desert and wait for it to rain,
meanwhile dance and celebrate.

Gestalt is a way of life, to face death with fright and respect;
it's the wisdom gained from letting oneself die a little each day.

It's being a gypsy in La Mancha, wine, passion, music and dance, with no country, no home, with nothing to loose,
nothing to defend.

It's a strategy to preserve the seed, it's knowing how to wait to plant it, it's taking care of it while it grows,
to harvest in Spring so as to share the fruit.

It's to tell a young girl who suffers in pain, stories about wise men and wizards hoping that from so much "blowing" her agony may go out and she may sleep.

It's to love this time I'm living,
it's to let the beautiful animal that lives in me come out,
it's to tell you with no shyness how beautiful you are,
to accept you as a woman, a mother,
a companion and know how to difference them.

It's to be a man and risk tenderness,
to recognize that son and father were born on the same day;
it's to let you get up on me so that you can teach me the pathways that lead to you.

Gestalt is all this and it isn't,
because the whole is more than the sum of the parts.