Miracles.
Just because you don't know how it works,
Doesn't mean it's not a miracle.
And just because you don't see it,
Doesn't mean it doesn't exist.
What arrogance to think we know it all!
That we are savvier than the unseen.
Sometimes the universe has a good belly aching laugh at the delusion of humans.
Here we are trapped in the world of Goddess Maya,
The mistress of illusions.
She spins her divine truths into this web of lies we wrap ourselves in.
Finding those golden strands of pure light,
Glimpsing them,
Even just knowing they're there,
That's a miracle.
We live in these false stories,
Hearing them and believing.
Taking them at face value.
Even building on those narratives.
Failing to consider that we must read between the lines.
Peek into the dark spaces in between.
But that darkness we fear,
That's an illusion too.
An inside joke between the mistress and mother nature.
They chuckle as we strive to stay away from the edges.
Firmly,
Stubbornly,
Cluelessly walking in between the safe lines our human eyes can perceive.
If only we embrace the existence of the magic we don't see,
Such miracles!
To touch,
To taste,
To feel,
To experience!
Shimmering quietly like teeny-tiny brilliant stars just beyond the crossing,
From faith in our own self to faith in the unseen.
Find the sparkling fairy dust in the pretend darkness and join in the delighted laughter of the divine.
