An Epiphany

To see or not to see — that is the answer to all questions, or simply an intuitive suggestion.

Every day one learns something new, that finally allowed itself to be seen by you.

And the distinction in that is everything, some more wind underneath the wing.

When the eye grows tired of being clever, and chooses, modest and profound, to be honest however.

Then comes that feeling — looking at life, as one looks at wallpaper, in resigned strife, and asking, what is this hesitation?

Then the penny drops, by understanding, Life's meaning is not merely demanding, not just jolly good participation, presumed, but the underlying current that will resume.

Church and politics have an excellent sense of theatre, whereas the divine in nature was always there, patiently, while one was elsewhere, being profoundly,  but plainly.

The true scandal, psychologically speaking, sincerely, a epiphany rearranges the mental furniture of reality.

The desperate hold of a neighbour's point of view,  does not give you the key to be free — it's true.

Fear, which had lived rent-free for years, is suddenly evicted, replaced by inexplicable peace.

The knowledge that everything is connected,  puts the cosmos as God's body — defined, selected.

Which is why most people prefer confusion, having free will in a handicapped conclusion.

So if one day, while tying your shoe or betraying your principles, just try to maintain some clarity.

Rise in love like the Sun does, for perfect reason, regardless of which or where is season.

Continue to walk in the grace of living, knowing now that the street is also walking with you — all giving.

For life in its great expectations is a succession of small epiphanies, it's nature's growth, where worlds within worlds are the realities.

To see or not to see — that is the answer to all questions, or simply an intuitive suggestion.

Every day one learns something new, that finally allowed itself to be seen by you.

And the distinction in that is everything, some more wind underneath the wing.

When the eye grows tired of being clever, and chooses, modest and profound, to be honest however.

Then comes that feeling — looking at life, as one looks at wallpaper, in resigned strife, and asking, what is this hesitation?

Then the penny drops, by understanding, Life's meaning is not merely demanding, not just jolly good participation, presumed, but the underlying current that will resume.

Church and politics have an excellent sense of theatre, whereas the divine in nature was always there, patiently, while one was elsewhere, being profoundly,  but plainly.

The true scandal, psychologically speaking, sincerely, a epiphany rearranges the mental furniture of reality.

The desperate hold of a neighbour's point of view,  does not give you the key to be free — it's true.

Fear, which had lived rent-free for years, is suddenly evicted, replaced by inexplicable peace.

The knowledge that everything is connected,  puts the cosmos as God's body — defined, selected.

Which is why most people prefer confusion, having free will in a handicapped conclusion.

So if one day, while tying your shoe or betraying your principles, just try to maintain some clarity.

Rise in love like the Sun does, for perfect reason, regardless of which or where is season.

Continue to walk in the grace of living, knowing now that the street is also walking with you — all giving.

For life in its great expectations is a succession of small epiphanies, it's nature's growth, where worlds within worlds are the realities.