As I walked the rain formed ink puddles along the way. The reflections within the puddles seemed to expand and reflect more of the world around it than I thought possible. I watched the puddles and the reflections continue to expand as more rain fell, turning the sidewalks and sidelines of the streets into mirrors.
Sailing my heart across each raindrop.
The rain fell as the breeze swam through the sea of rain drops in the sky.
Reflections out of thin air and then back into thin air. Into thin air then into a gust of wind that quickly expanded the fire.
The gleam from the horizon’s eye pushes the sun rays into the paths forged by the electricity pour, adding more of a gleam to the reflections and a telescope to the moment, clarity and distortion within the reflection. The waves added fluidity to the image in front of me, mimicking the surface of a river.
It seems interpretation has its own natural order, or interpretation can sometimes create its own order, but it also seems to be in sync with awareness in a few different ways.
A tilt in the compass, and the crackle of a nearby flame.
Seeing only through the glimpses of clarity that the stillness gives. The stillness heightens the feeling, letting me see much more than I could while moving through space.
Relativity and luck.
The speed of the reflections and the speed of light. Stillness even within the molecules, but surprisingly there was no change in temperature. The mirror particles aligned as the nearby flames grew brighter, which seemed to help keep the temperature somewhat level.
A few more poems
“My life amounts to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean. Yet what is any ocean, but a multitude of drops?”
― David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas
“Radiate boundless love towards the entire world — above, below, and across — unhindered, without ill will, without enmity.” – Buddha