A moving stillness. Stillness moving me through colours, colours moving behind my sight. The freckles in our eyes shimmer mirrors; images align in the kiss, eternal. In a dream, I was shown colours that don’t exist: magenta but not, a higher note of cyan, ultra violet and beyond. I see them again, with you.
I tell my brain not to worry, not to fear beauty. I have to do this a few times. As for time, it’s gone and it never existed. So many things never existed and what a joke that was. Like: how long was my heart not receiving? The question is nonsense. Now is now. We look for love under a microscope. We look for love in outer space.* Love is the micro to the macro, but when we close, we are forever looking for someone, something. Wrong eyes seeing wrong colours.
When the heart opens, colour is experienced, not seen. Everything is. It’s all love.
I tell my brain not to worry, not to fear beauty. I have to do this a few times. As for time, it’s gone and it never existed. So many things never existed and what a joke that was. Like: how long was my heart not receiving? The question is nonsense. Now is now. We look for love under a microscope. We look for love in outer space.* Love is the micro to the macro, but when we close, we are forever looking for someone, something. Wrong eyes seeing wrong colours.
When the heart opens, colour is experienced, not seen. Everything is. It’s all love.
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3 comments:
I love you AND your blog!
Isn't it so true that when the heart is open everything is both seen and experienced in a new light? Beautiful post!
Much thanks! I love you, your new blog, and your etsy.
Yep, it's so true, Shannon. Right now I'm trying to practise keeping my heart open in every moment. Funny how it only takes a deep breath and a thought to do so--but I keep forgetting!
<3 S
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