The veil was thin. Like looking out of a massive window, draperies pulled back with only a sheer window curtain to see though.
The view was spectacular and slightly out of focus. Seeing was only a small part but feeling was where the true "other" world resides. Standing in the middle of nature experiencing all of it at once was so overwhelming and so delightful. I felt as if this little part of the world was created just for me and my exact experience. The birds were singing to me, they felt my appreciation and gratitude for their music. The plants grew for my pleasure, they felt me and loved me for loving and admiring them. The wind blew around me as a way of greeting me and welcoming me into this new day. My eyes were picking up such vibrant colors I had to close them. What I sensed was a miraculous word, one that is exactly the same as our world only more intensified and communicative. As I stood quietly in my yard absorbing this magic I simply wanted to stay put. To do nothing but witness the glory, I could of stood there all day with tears and tingles. It made sense to me why we have a veil. Why we have chosen not to see clearly. If we could see who and what we really are and the true world around us we wouldn’t be able to function. Our lives would be of just watching in amazement with no desire to do anything. We would all just sit around staring at each-other with out talking or eating or working but just admiring the true beauty of all of it. We wouldn’t be able to experience the darkness and heaviness of playing separate.
After a few hours the world was back to its opaque norm and I was back to my shallow self, but the memory lingers of what is possible and inevitable some day.