Today I discovered something beautiful. Why I’m gifted such moments I’ll never know. Darkness, light rains, the last surviving blossoms, and jasmine in the air. I swear by my broken heart and humanity’s plea, by warm tears traversing the stories embedded in my face, that there is no God. But if I should be wrong, of the lost, the damned, it is in real beauty that I see apparitions of the divine visage. Nothing transcends all limitations like the overwhelming sense of a ripple through a soul that I claim doesn’t exist. Why is it that I am one of a few, blessed with eyes that see the luminescence of true beauty?
Finished 11/04/2009.
Inspired by Mor Karbasi.
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