The Emergence of Nilma

Nilma is the strongest and oldest root in our existence, something that arose from the beginning of the
formation of our sperm on Earth. A seed that took nearly four decades to germinate.

Maybe it was forgotten many times, but even a little love and attention kept this seed alive. It survived
exactly where I was attached to a rotten thin thread in the sky, like a kite in the turbulent hand of the
wind. And as I was thinking about everything out of fear of not being there, I found it in the depths of my being and in the mud of despair and oblivion, just like a water lily bud rooted in the marsh. But like a miracle, beautiful, pure, and inspiring. I am a water lily that grows in the marsh, In the rotten carcass of water, But pure and beautiful and in search of light, Headed to the sky. I am a water lily.

Nilma was a miracle from all the forgotten worlds inside me, as beautiful as the sun and as warm as a
romantic look that gives hope to me, to us, and to everyone.

Nilma is a reminder of the creative power within each of us.

Nilma is the result of all the love, beauty, kindness, wounds, tears, smiles, and all the pain that each of
us has suffered. All these wonders that are inside each of us, which we sometimes call goodness and
beauty and sometimes call pain and ugliness (which are actually all beautiful), we need to create them
and enjoy their wonder together.

Nilma is a surprising morning kiss that makes one hesitate in the world of sleep and wakefulness.

Nilma is that lump in your throat when you finally believe you can.

Nilma is everything that is within us.

and finally,

Nilma is the embodiment of our love, a beautiful fusion crafted from the names Nil and Nima.


Me, Nil Sibone
02,08, 2024, 12:55pm