We gaze upon a wondrous thing, then form a word to paste upon it, thus covering up the mystery with our past and limited vision.
Before we name it, if we look a little longer, we may see the life within each particle dance and sing, magically coming alive and sharing its peace.
But once we call it by the name our ego learned for it long ago, the lights go out and the steel door shuts tight before our body’s eyes.
If you wish to see the reality of something, its height and depth and breadth and width in full, linger with it for a moment more, with an open mind and open heart.
For it is only then that you will see its true reality of being.
Being Claudia Theodore 