The Divine - Inexplicably co-existing
A gentle whisper... A softer word... A touch so tender that it blows away every thought that my 'human' mind is debating. A thunderous roar... A stimulating wave... A dawn so stupendous that every breath that my body is inhaling is exhaled in a single gasp. The immortal addresses the mortal as if he were an equal. I am stunned beyond words, beyond anything that can be felt or expressed with any of the senses that my mortaity has gifted me with. I look awed upon the glory and the splendour of the One. The only One with the power to take away what I am and make me what I can never be otherwise. This only increases the realisation of my filthy existence. Like a child to its mother, I wish to cling to Him. But I hold myself back... How can I be what I want to be, when He is the very picture of perfection and glory? Can I still remain me if He stays with me? His look is deep. It penetrates my very soul. It reaches down into the depths of the night... The night that I just spent, no ...