An object, a feeling, a sense – comes wandering into your life.

Uninvited, uncertain and un-identifiable.

An unknown, so mysterious, it evades questioning.

Perhaps it is something lost, something forgotten, or something that is just being born.

Weightless, meaningless, obscure – but with a purpose.

Like a dream; no attachment, intangible, difficult to even be brought to mind.

A fleeting whisper of the highest caliber. A halo – expressing itself through a fissure in our concrete world.

Is there a message within?

Its absence is the message.

Published by Kumi

Liaison to the Infinite.

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