let not the cloud of imposition blind you from the world, the worlds, the little bindings to this world, even with the most dire daggers aimed squarely upon your eyes, look past such knives, for there is always a glimmer, something amazing, something astonishing, because at once, at one time, there was nothing, nothing to experience, nothing tactile to touch, no warmth, no breath, no grass to sway in the warm summer breeze, no leaves to shade, no trees to breach, the abundance that surrounds, is always there to astound, no rose colored glasses need apply, just open your eyes… and look around.
for the sun, is not one color, but a spectrum, even in plain sight, but when split with the prism the colors bend to unveil themselves into the horizon, the rainbow, the instant joy, but, remember, the rainbow is always there, even in drops of rain, ask them how far they have traveled, and marvel how this might be a traveler from another continent, or just around the corner, a neighbor, you just met for the very first time, alive, the whole world sighs as winds tour the globe, and then stroke your ear with stories of foreign lands, because they have been there – a thousand times, so remember, open your eyes, your ears, your nose – and your mind, everything and all things – are right there.