spirituality transmuted through life

If you’re present in every moment you can see all of the sparkles -
How people’s eyes gleam when they get excited, the warm glow of a candle when you’re getting ready for bed listening to alternative r & b.
The beats and the rhythms move through your body, and you look at a sleeping puppy, and you see the gift of life.
The gift of safe.
But it’s not only in the quiet moments.
It’s also when your roommate offers to make you tea before you go to sleep so the warmth can seep into your soul as you dream.
It’s also when the people you work with light up when you enter the room, making you feel seen.
It is not a thought, and maybe not even an action.
It’s a whisper of being.
So I think to myself: what do I believe in?
When I write all of the stories of my life, they all make sense through the lens of me at the time. And then like a kaleidoscope the scene shifts, and it is a whole new array of shapes and colors.
My room is full of rainbows, and stars, and instruments, and shiny things.
God is not here.
But my slow breath is.
Sound is.
Love is.
Life is.
Out there and in here.