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.