I like words that float into the air, off our lips. Words that don’t stumble out from difficult dispositions, or desperate conflicts. I like words that float into your mind, as if those very spoken words are forming new galaxies of perspective, honesty, and kindness. For it is in the deep night of our minds, lights begin to twinkle, all singing possibilities of what could be and what would be if we embraced the hope of meteor showers; the simplicity of a star shooting through the night. After all, darkness is only waiting to be filled with the glow of love.
A gentle whisper the wind is coasting over the contours of the soul. O this yearning to feel more than a glimpse of the presence of the Depths and Wisdom of the foundations of the earth. Yes, it is in Wisdom that we are, and Wisdom is that which guides the soul into waters, whether stormy or calm. Wisdom is not peace; rather Wisdom leads the soul into the raging waves of questions, and onto the glassy sea of mystery.
To abide is to be, to be is to relax from the resistance of knowing, and knowing or the lack thereof, isn’t this just the loneliness that perplexes me into doubt. Flesh and bone, breathing, moving, shifting, speaking, listening, and sharing the wind coasting over the contours of the soul. All this is to trust, to pursue the depths of wisdom in the souls of another created by the Depths and Wisdom of the foundations of the earth. To form constellations in each others’ hearts, so that we can recognize which way is up and which way is down when gravity dissipates, our words evaporate, and all we’re left with is each other.