Open your eyes. Look closely. Deeply. Do you see it?
It’s there. It’s right there.
Like a wardrobe, or maybe a rabbit hole. Perhaps it’s a portal, but it leads to an inconceivable reality where all things are possible, and nothing is impossible. Where what the mind is able to fathom, can materialize with perfect meaning and sense.
The most potent creative capacity dwells here. Everything is alive with wonder and purpose. It all matters. The nonsensical or haphazard is prohibited. Only intentional, meticulous, calculated redemption: living, breathing, pulsing, heaving, bleeding.
Here, every pattern is a puzzle; every texture, a rhyme. Every puncture oozes with purpose; every scar is an oil painting. Every fallen tear nourishes the garden below; every ache and throb, the rhythm to a hymn.
All the questions, a symphony of strings, weeping with inquisition. Every gale, whispering antiphonally, the coveted answers. Sweeping peace, like a dragnet over all – nothing untouched or neglected- all thoughtfully attended to.
Here, where the breath you draw, draws murals on your lungs, and sets ships on voyage when you exhale. Such fierce, creative virtue in every automated function. The vault of heaven burst open with the same. Gaping mouth, like a womb, giving way to splendor. Birthing, establishing, and placing value within it all. The incorruptible seed of glory: making all things transcendent. They float. They hover just above our heads with such incarnation. A world so existent, we question our own as mere flesh and blood.
It is more alive and well than we could ever comprehend. This greater-than, higher-than world of reality. I want to step through the mirror to the other side. Escape to what’s surpassing all the lesser things. Find all the lost hopes, moments, treasures…
It’s all there. Waiting for me.
This is touching something I hope you delve into more. I can feel it, like a shiver through my spine, like goosebumps, like a glimpse of something in the strike of lightning. It’s hard to hold onto, but I want to. The line about breaths painting murals and setting ships sailing…I loved that.
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