The same stream of life that runs through the world runs through my veins in rhythmic measure.

It is the same that shoots in joy through the dust of earth into numberless waves of flowers.

Rabindranath Tagore

Way back when,

long before our story began,

existed

something

I don't know what that something is..

perhaps

just nothingness.

And something happened,

mystical and GOD-like,

a pulsing of sort,

energizing waves,

move out into the nothingness

and

somethingness occurs.

I don't understand it,

can't even begin to wrap my analytical scientist mind around it,

but

on days like to day,

when i look closely at the little things in the world,

the tiny, minute, nuances,

like

little veins running through leaves

I stand all awe-like,

mystery struck

amazed by the

intracate artwork of the Divine kind,

colors swirling together,

textures woven,

Mysterious creation,

and

I realize

that

I myself am privy to the same

sort of

amazing design,

veins bring in water,

brought down from the sky

up through their thirsty vines,

feeding even the very edges of the tiniest, smallest leaf edge,

it pulses in waves that come

when need beckons,

Divine water,

Dew Breath of God,

pulses from the

onset of time

flowing in rhythmic waves into

the eternal unknown or so the story goes,

and

inside of me

Holy Breath,

magnificant love,

flows throughout my veins,

soothing my soul,

birthing my spirit,

enfolding

inside of me

moving out of me

in

an unexplainable way.

Just like the river that runs through,

so

Divine atoms of love,

waves of hope,

speckles of faith,

move through me,

out of me

pulse in my veins

and

it runs through all of us....

pulsing,

connecting

us

in

a sea of love.

Take a moment to gaze at the sky,

look at the stirs,

watch the sun come up and break into the darkeness...

The world's veins are full of miraculous finds...

just open up

and

see.

blessings and hugs...