When the air is thin
and the light is bright,
there is a clarity
and possibility to see
on a clear day,
those things which hide
within the layers of life
that are not visible
by the sense of seeing
just matter.
On a clear day
when the soul is present,
there is a place that opens
within, that sees and hears
within realms beyond sight and sound.
A place that carries the breeze,
offers the light,
enlightens the mind,
and brings sense to the heart.
The fragrances of life
fill the interior with a mist
that rises
clearing the air
from obstruction
and allowing the breath
a place to move in and out of
bringing essence
and energy of living substances
to life, within,
on the wings of breathing
deeply
through the corridors of structure
and plasticity of matter.
On a clear day,
one can open the stain glass windows of the soul,
the inner sanctuary of a living wisdom,
so pure, so bright
balancing everything
in perfect stillness,
that one feels only the essence of clear, ,
silent light.
an essence
connected to the light of the universe
a quiet
connected to the sounds of the universe
and a clearness
that transcends
the personal places that matter
giving way to a sense of
the raindrops of eternity
the winds of time
the warmth of living and
the embrace of perpetual beginnings.
On a clear day,
there is beauty everywhere.
And I raise my hands to my heart
palms pressed together
and quietly sing ah… om……
in harmony
with the universe.
Written by Jill LaBelle Sophie
And then suddenly this song arose in my mind.
How lovely, indeed.: