Standing in the midst of a crumbling world, I hear rubble and broken glass. The world is cracking right down its very midriff like a great sheet of arctic ice. A cold gash splits everything in two. You from me. My life from my body. Our dreams from the reality we reside in.
But still there is beauty everywhere in unabashed and crazy abundance. Everywhere I turn it confronts me – even the reflections glinting off the broken glass are poetic like the sun setting through smog.
Devastation and abundance lie together in a fecund embrace while you and I sip gently at each other.
A new world rises from the ashes of our old selves and there is not a smudge to be found anywhere on our glistening bodies.
This is the truth of reality. We want the All. But……..we cannot cherry pick the All. All means all. Every little bit in this eternal now. Thanks for sharing!
Mark, thanks for understanding EVERYTHING. – Kevin
I just loved it! Thks! 🙂