Chasing the Light

This world is the most beautiful thing that I’ve seen or imagined. In its details that we miss because we get distracted by the grime of ugliness and violence that covers the surface, there is something that captures and holds me glued to the spot. I chase the sunlight that moves across the walls. I follow the flavor of the tea as it slides down my throat. A teaspoon of leaves can fill up my entire mouth with flavor and briefly take me somewhere else. We usually look to look and drink to drink. In that focus on the action, we fail to encounter the thing itself. 

It is not just the minute that contains the beauty of the world. The net that holds all of us together, made up of the intricacies of life, glows golden. In its complexity that I can’t understand, I find a pulse, like a heart beating, and I reach out my hand, wanting to touch it, but I know I can’t. It’s too big. Its light makes me want to shield my eyes from the brightness. Its heat warms me.