After the count and the claim,
I wake to dense morning fog.
Buried in a cloud,
I surmise through memory
what is before me,
as what is now present does
not reflect my vision.
Confusion, wonderment,
and disbelief fill me, while
the soft glow of morning light
cuts through the haze into
the beauty of the trees,
the sky, and the rough shadows
of a day touched with mystery.
I do not need to understand.
I do need to love, laugh,
and live in beauty. One reality
does not abolish the other.
They merely dance out of step,
as I polish my heart to get
a clear view.
“One common mistake is to think that one reality is the reality. You must always be prepared to leave one reality for a greater one.”
-Mother Meera
“You may not be able to alter reality, but you can alter your attitude towards it, and this, paradoxically, alters reality. Try it and see.”
-Margaret Atwood
“Dear friend, your heart is a polished mirror. You must wipe it clean of the veil of dust that has gathered upon it, because it is destined to reflect the light of divine secrets.”
-Al-Ghazali