Scenes from a life. Mine. Not unlike yours. The sun peeking through my kitchen window. It prisms, and cascades color over everything. Who would have thought a toaster could be so beautiful.
My floor becomes a yellow brick road. My calendar from the Thai take-out an illuminated manuscript. That, and all of my meds lined up, and lighted from within.
'Almost makes waking up worthwhile.
I remember lying in bed as a child, and listening. The branches outside my window heaved like the ocean. The house creaked, and moaned like a ship. My curtains billowing like sails.
I slipped into sleep. Into deep deep dreams. Dreams of brigantines sailing seas of green gems, and skies full of shooting stars.
I slipped into sleep. Into deep deep dreams. Dreams of brigantines sailing seas of green gems, and skies full of shooting stars.
Moments.
Blessed moments.
They are all we are.
They are all we have.
Swedenborg on angels:
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Angels,...where to begin. The term is just a handy label for the mysterious. The positive wonders. As I've posted these folks have been around me all my life.
ReplyDeleteStarting with them singing me to sleep when little. Over the years I've told stories about all that, and how they follow me still in my elder times.
I doubt it's like any religions do them. They're not like any tradition makes them out to be. Their existence doesn't even need there to be any g-ds.
They're just a mysterious presence.
Their negative unlighted opposite numbers are there are well. I've had like many had truck with them guys as well.
Ain't this some shit?