It happens, at times, a reflection on a surface looks like God, he has moulded the makings of a Holy Story.
Observe the divine,
Outlined pattern and then—outside—a staircase leads to mysterious heights.
Bathe in the warmth of that light, to relax against the mysterious
nearer to ecstasy.
Not counting.
Not thinking.
Unmoving in these moments of inspired silence…could that be enough to wonder at our confused deviations?
Nick Victor.