A Closer Look at a Picture

A head full of wanderings. No singular decision. Chaos within the peace of the silence of the mind. Chaotic meanderings of imagination. I discard the bottle again. I see if this can still me. A lasting moment envelopes me. I try to define it, but it wont stay easy. She was here for a moment and she lingered right on. A slight feeling of guilt accompanies my welcome to our connection. I mused on a future, and all I could find was the present moment. And the moment is of the heart and its feeling is true. Truth is esential. It will provide content and ease of mind, and peace within the silence. And then I meditate on the truth of the feeling being true. A certain poverty exposed in weakness, in the free expression of the wants and the needs of love. And the righteous God with his righteous love and all I can do is wonder at the connection, and the human touch and the common feeling that is shared. A distance appears, a time is gone, there is newness and difference, and I wonder at her reasons, and at her truth. But yet, I believe in her and in her beauty, and that both she and her beauty are real to me. I need to believe that she is indeed beautiful, to the oneness of my self.