Embodying the perfect autumn warmth, a divine stillness, devoid of mental chatter, other than a faint hum of the river of cars flowing along the town’s bypass, and the gentlest sound of a disintegrating wood chime in my cherry tree, whatever else happens in the world is another dream.
For such moments I am grateful, when peace settles deep, as a safe island in the psyche to return to, a manifest microcosm in the vast and unknown macrocosm.
As such, I witness my imagination, which occasionally turns transparent in the heart, as a veil for what is hidden. For in light is also darkness.
Course of Mirrors 
‘…transparent in the heart…’
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Calm and peace inducing post. Thank you!
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That night I watched the moon rise, from my bed, through a skylight. For a short while a feathery cloud swept in, and the golden light shaped a magical creature of awe inspiring presence, which reminded me how the imagination is a veil, sometimes a thin veil, for what is hidden from our consciousness..
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Quite beautiful. I love the recognition that such peace can be found even when on the borders of audible technology – all we need to do is accept that other dream.
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Occasionally, a full moon lifts borders. Just came upon this poem by
Emily Dickinson:
A sepal, petal and a thorn
Upon a common summer’s morn –
A flask of Dew – A Bee or two –
A breeze – a caper in the trees –
And I’m a Rose
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Beautiful!
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This is very beautiful and serene
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