Unveiling

Unveil.

Unwrap.

Reveal.

A new entry.

A drawing back of the curtain.

I’m pulling back the curtain.

The boundary that flapped in the breeze, that could not be tied down, that which was fluid, that which was not solid.

For that which got ruffled in your presence.

That which was disturbed by your presence.

That which was covered in your presence.

Yet now what got in your way now unveils the way.

Though you cannot see. Though you cannot see what is on the other side. You can see my hand holding back the curtain. For it is safe to enter that which unfurls before you.

For I am not drawing back.

For I am drawing back the veil.

For I am uncovering that which was covered.

For I’m not hiding myself anymore.

For I have revealed myself to you.

For this is the great unveiling.

For what is it you see?

The movement of that which is fragile, that which possesses little strength. The new wing of the butterfly. Sticky at first, an effort to move at first, but then freedom of movement.

A fresh movement. A new movement. An unexpected movement.

A weak movement.

A movement from weakness to strength.

An uplifting movement. A move that lifts up.

An assisted movement.

The revealing of that which is new.

The exposing of that which is new.

An uncomfortable movement.

From discomfort to a more natural movement.

A move to that which is new.

A new movement.

A fresh movement.

An unnatural movement.

A movement of the new from that which was old.

The same but so different.

An unexpected movement.

An unexpected capture.

For you shall find that which you desired in your hand.

For the prey will be caught in the pinion.

For that which you prayed for shall become your prey.

For you shall feel the weight of your prey in your hand.

Yet he lies helpless in your hand.