I hear the susurrus of the soft rain sweeping through my slightly open window like the cool clean air that comes with it. I feel purified, holy. The breeze caresses me and it is beauty incarnate touching my skin, flowing into my body through the nose, seeping in my depths infusing me with its pulsing love. Cooling my overheated mind with peace.
I never wish to die, but this is one of those moments where life feels so full that it would not be that much of a fight if he came for me now. How could I refuse when my life was so full, gifted beyond any reason or comprehension. A gift the size of the universe.
Deep as the starry sky I exist to expand until I am infinite and can fully appreciate this that I have, right now. Not have, not own. It is me. It is the gift of my very essence, of what I am. As this particular, very specific beauty, which has no limit to the depth that it can be appreciated. And yet it is just one of infinite configurations of beauty that exist. The gift is too big and I cannot see all of it, taste all of it, but I surrender as best I can, relax so I can spread out like an unobserved quantum waveform and soak in the maximum.
That is all words can convey for now. It is good.
[This was written many months ago, likely more than a year back. It just stayed in the draft folder till tonight, when I wanted to check something off my to-do list. Enjoy ^_^]
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