for the One

all my thoughts lingers and journeys, not on distant galaxies; nor unconquered planets; nor unchartered seas, but humbly, on my own free space. looking within the confines of my self, i find fresh rain to water my soul; i savor the scent of blooming roses and new-born grass to enliven my heart; i snuggle on cool, clean, white stretches of yards and yards of soft cotton quilt to comfort my body; while endless expanses of woven and unwoven, broken and unbroken, formed and unformed brightness and darkness in fierce combat occupy my mind. above all these, i compose an uncrafted melody, an unplayed symphony, an unwritten poetry to an audience of one.

He has not acknowledged nor ended my performance, respectfully He observes in the distance. watching, waiting, wondering, we both amuse each other. i, in my meager attempt and naivete; He, in His silent mystery. if only to mirror His thoughts, i mimic His silence. behold! wonders of all wonders, His silence inspires, inspects, instructs, instills courage and strength unfamiliar to my mortal self.

stretching my humanity; bending me; breaking me; forming me; molding me 'til my will and spirit are no longer mine. the more i am unlearning, the more that i really learn; the more that i am yielding, the more that He is wielding; the more that i am hurting, the more that He is loving...

i have not
captivated my audience
instead,
in His majesty
He has captivated
me.

when empyrean and ocean mirror one another, do the stars envy the dancing waves? or does the waves envy the twinkling stars? whichever half you look at, there is in them both tragedy and triumph, disaster and deliverance, resistance and redemption . . . each has a purpose, each has a place, and each is a piece in a larger whole.

if a star is to fall into the ocean, it will not lose its brilliance, instead it will take on the elements of wind and water to be born into a new form. if the ocean were to spill into the great sky, it will not lose its freedom, instead this two will be rich pastel fluid in motion. they will merge and mingle to form a kaleidoscope of colors :

with no boundaries
and
no horizon.