Saturday, 11 June 2011
A child knows
There is no way there from here.
Bridges in the distant cloud-locked mountains twinkle in the mist. As we stop, mid journey, onward and back look so much the same, faces there we depart and long for, faces in the clouds.
As we look at our feet, the little bit of land they stand upon goes every which way. We look at our hands. We will have them for such a short time and yet they are made of the same space to which they point, full of the beyond.
Full of all that is beyond, there is no way there from here, for the space between one and another is an energy that is all there is become an aspiration and a Dream, an Heavenly Dream come true in God and Me and You.
A child knows.