Seeking God

As we walk this universe we send out our consciousness like roots reaching for water. Existence is a vast liquid, far more than one alone could drink. Collectively, all the creatures and existers of existence sate some thirst and breathe out a new, unseen color of existence with every exhale. A breath to be breathed again.

A Breath to be Breathed Again

We watch, we listen, feel, smell, taste. 

We think, we speak, read, write, paint.

We drink, we breathe, we wait,

We exhale.

We are

the curious,

the reaching human race.

So much water to drink.

My beautiful sister and I celebrated Easter by lying in the sun, listening for God and singing. We lay in a place floating. We lay in warmth and the flow of the wind. With gravity satisfied, we felt the patient motion of the earth. I saw the sky through my closed eyes. We reached for the sun, eyes closed, and found it in our outstretched palms. Our hands glowed with light and we opened our eyes to drink the gradient of the sky where it met the day. The sky was the blue that hums God's name and connects people in different countries, across time and space. We sang together, our souls opening in our voices like flower petals.

When we rose up, we woke in a different place. The world was crisp and clear, all the colors alive. We took three cleansing breaths and glided into Child's Pose.

I am another exister seeking God. I am searching with all my senses, all my reason, and all the swirl of my emotions. I am singing.