But the world is all about the big bang to black hole and nothing of this lightning or the silence.
Meanwhile empires talk about the rise and fall as my universal heart is singing love and death.
If awareness is the parent and self-awareness is the child, then being is this holy maya.
Holy ice-out, holy crocuses, holy red-winged blackbirds. Spring peepers! Holy forsythia, cherry blossoms, and lilacs yet to come.