Perspective

Of whom do you seek?

What is it you are seeking?

What are you looking for?

Who is it you seek?

Describe it for me?

What does it look like?

For it sparkles, for it is not what you expect.

Place your hand upon the sand, what is it you see, what is it that you feel?

The white sand, the black sand, the multi-coloured sand, the colours of the rainbow, the texture of crystals.

For the feeble thing, the small thing, the left over thing, the greatly refined thing, is precious to me.

For from the small thing, shall come the large thing.

From the sand, the glass….

From the glass, the window…

From the window, my instrument of light, the place of the view, the place of regard, the place of perspective, the shelter, the point of clarity.

For what you seek is in front of you.

At first glance you don’t see it.

For you can’t see what it is you are looking for.

You see only that which falls upon it.

The mist in your midst.

Yet what you seek is before you.

It is the place of clarity, the place of perspective, the place of protection, the material that appears to be immaterial.

The intangible that provides clarity, supports that which is above it, and that which is below it.

It is the place that you look out from, and others look in to.