something like a testimony

There's knowing,...

A knowing

which lies silent and pure within.

It awaits my recognition.

When I saw the laying corpse of my grandma,

I burst into tears

not because I've lost her

but because there has been a transition.

A powerful shift in the consicousness that I carry...

Would I gladly explain this clearly

but the truth is that it does not go much further

than knowing,...

An inner torch of knowing.

no more than a hum in the head

Sometimes I catch myself

thinking,...

looking,....

perceiving,...

Ever so silently,

I'll say

"What a sad world."

Only when this happens,

a happy, loud interception takes place.

"You kidding?"

Reminder: Gratitude and Harmony are often holding hands.

I feel like a amateur sailor

or

even a sailboat weakly worthy of travel.

Wind in my face and hair

tells

vaguely of its direction and reason.

Would I come near

only

could I understand the language of wind.

Hints of places to steer

toward

bring pieces closer together.

An infinite swim in gratitude

will

carry one far.