THE SPACE BETWEEN In another realm, beyond our physical world, Space and Time are nothing more than an enigma; a conundrum…a continuum of mystery… both scientifically & spiritually. Space, really an illusion of dimensions, is most accurately, a mirror image of Time. And Time, a theoretical system of measuring what would otherwise remain a paradox; is an inexplicable, sequential relation of events… without it, life would be like a day with no dawn, a story with no denouement. We depend on Them to make sense of depth, dimensions and discernable phenomena… to reconcile past & present, maintaining hope that a future exists. Nevertheless, They are as intangible as they are imperceptible. Immaterial, They appear in the UNwritten form; UNspoken, occurring after the comma, but before you breathe in. Nature’s hidden henchmen, They hail the hush that hums before the hurricane hits. Conjointly, They are la calma that precautions the oncoming craze. Sound unceasingly seeks Volume, Its intrinsic component. Searching for empty crevices where It may resonate/resound, is Its single-minded mission. Be that as it may…this quest is in vain. The abyss of satiated, sacred Space is perpetually protected; Time and Space will never sacrifice the Serenity of Silence. Transfiguring & Transformative; there is a twinkle in Time, post-Epiphany, but pre-problem solved where They prevail, making Miracles materialize. It is in this moment of Inspiration, that a recipe for Revelation ensues. They lurk in the shadows, quietly conspiring…and poof! Epiphany bursts through my ½ baked bubble with a note. My ‘trump card,’ just transferred to Utopia City, Wonderland; in the Cosmos, Somewhere Over and Under a Rambunctious, Renegade Rainbow... Rebellious and on the Run. I duteously, deny my desire to dive into every puddle I pass. Reflecting the colors of spectrum, Rainbow’s footprints radiate… iridescent as they sparkle in small pools of murky water; a kaleidoscope of psychedelic swirls, ironically spectacular in all its saturation. A mirage conceived in my mind? or is it the trail my Rainbow leaves behind so I may chase Her throughout Her multicolored Odyssey? Yes, I chase Rainbows and I run from Reality. Reason? Destiny has destroyed all my delusions. Bright side? My Space has been sanctified, sanctioned even. Sorrow and suffering? Slaughtered. My meandering mind? Revived and vigilant. Perpetually present, They linger in the breath I take after I say, “I forgive you” ...dwelling in the sound of stale, old bread-breaking-bygones. I denounce my former domain, as They define what was heretofore, INdefinite. Permeating the Space between good night & good morning, I dream, AWAKENED as They intercede, like Santos & commune with my CREATOR. Designers deem the term "negative space," but UNITED, They double that “negative,” giving birth to pure & perfect positivity. Bareness is Their bestowment; a blank canvas, baring hope and belief in beauty and in the breath of life. Pristine to my poison, They create clean amidst my clutter. Sight perpetually searches for silent Space. Composing with compassion, the cohesion in my incoherence, Time (a capricious concept caring Neither for plans Nor for purpose) ticks on as I continue to aspire to INspire. Quantum physics assumes the ability to measure Space & Time’s dimensionless parameters… but I live in an esoteric Universe, with my own private Orbit; Distance, Space and Time remain immeasurable, with exceptions made exclusively by my permission only. Teetering on the threshold between realms, I dream of taking that quantum leap and teleporting through Time; of my soul embarking upon an eternal voyage, irrespective of Distance, Space or Time… of finding my forever Rainbow. Traveling via the speed of Light, Rainbow’s spectrum infuses the soul of the universe. Together, with no regard to physicality or matter, THEY invoke SPIRIT… each playing THEIR integral role, with vigor and vitality. Their dance is a divine séance, summoning the sacred space between celestial worlds. CC
Posted on: Fri, 16 Aug 2013 03:23:10 +0000