Most forms of growth were invisible to my naked eye, and
the growth that I saw (often illuminated in bad lighting) appeared pretentious and deceitful. So,
I took up gardening: Hoping to train the balls of my eyes
to see the process growth from the ground up,
As my hands, with palms raised upwards
Holograms weren’t created to be assessed, nor flowers to be critique
Trees were created to provide answers, yet
it is always difficult to look in the presence of distorted sounds with blinding dissonance. I am forced away from my own choosing, to look without seeing
shapes without forms
And felt without feelings …
However, in bright faithful light, the invisible
becomes more apparent and more transparent
to all things that are in touch with itself.
The replenishment of life floats. The early most noticed fog lifts the permeating crevices and create visible rays,
as the space between and above, under everything, awaits, and proceeds my illumination of you in the bright lights of all things.
Bringing all of Nature into my soul is
Spiritual happiness external. Extending my soul into all of Nature is Spiritual happiness internal. Together they’ve become my eyeballs most transparent, where I am in all things and all things are in me.
And it is most comforting to know
God knows!
By
James A. Porter
