The torrential rain of the moment
is the same as the unyielding drought of the now.
The violent explosion of the present
is the same soft unfoldment of each second.
The cosmic shower of the stars,
is but a reflection,
within a reflection,
within your own eyes.
The beauty of the in-between
all-pervasive, but never seen
It’s both here and there
and in the air
yet nowhere at all
that silent call
unspoken truth shouting out loud
pristine clarity doth confound
Only the brave and the true receive its gifts
Deny denial and the veil lifts