A New Mix

Amidst the swirl.

In the midst of that which whirls around you.

In the place of the turning.

In the place that spins around.

In the whirlpool.

In the whirlwind.

On the spin cycle.

A sprinkle here, a sprinkle there.

I’m making something new.

Like a huge galaxy.

The whirlpool galaxy.

A star sprinkled there.

A star sprinkled here.

In the place of the turning.

I’m in the midst.

I’m in the mix.

A new mix.

The hundreds.

The thousands.

The hundreds and thousands.

In the sifting.

In the place of the sifting.

In the place where the large becomes small.

In the place of the sifting.

Where the small becomes large.

You see it now. Where the usual process is towards the small.

Yet this is no ordinary process.

For it shall come out so much larger than you expect.

What is it you see now?

A huge vat the size of a galaxy. A giant production line, bathed in, illuminated by, in a glow, bathed in your light. Rolling out a new mix. Baking a new cake.

For some like the hundreds and thousands.

Others like the chocolate coated bun.

On the surface.

Resting on the surface.

Not the hot cross but the criss cross.

A pattern that reflects that from which it came.

First one way. Then the other way.

A blend of the first way with the second way.

A blend of paths.

A new pattern.

A new mix.

Awash in the flow.

Washed by the flow.

For the flow reveals the treasure that lies beneath.

Like a gold sifter. Sifting the gold from the dirt that surrounds it.

For the flow reveals the treasure that lies beneath.

That which is so precious.

The precious stones that lie beneath.

For it shall be glorious.

For I am releasing that which sparkles.

For that which I have prepared for you now comes into the light.

Now reflects the light from which it comes.

For that which sparkles must come into the light.

Must be bathed in the light.

For it sparkles upon the edge of that which is so precious.