and here’s what I learned:
physicality and is all that is touched by our five senses — our five most basic senses — are like a curtain waiting to be drawn back, waiting to reveal its mysteries, eager and dying for an ear to whisper its secrets into.
the only way to peer behind the curtain and to see what lays behind the omnipresent door is to look inward, inward, inward. the secrets within are the secrets without, and to live in the know is to know what it is like to truly live.
so, go ahead, get lost. get lost in yourself, for it’s been said that those who seek are never lost. to look inward and to discover your heart is to discover the gilded orb that is the Self, the center of your own personal Solar System. It is to discover the golden thread to lead you through the labyrinth of life. It is to live a life that is art, and to know that all art is life. It is to discover the inner palette, to take the brush, and to paint.
so, what are we to do but look closer? I cannot stand it. I cannot stand another second looking at the dust that’s gathered over the higher faculties, that which reconciles the spiritual and secular, that which is both and that which is neither.
how can we be so blind? how can we fail to see the world, how can we fail to see the miracle, how can we fail to see the grace, the mystery, the beauty, again I ask, how can we fail to see the miracle? simply take a look around. look not just with your eyes, but with your heart. feel. breathe. breathe in the fucking air, don’t be afraid to fucking care.
break free from the condemnation of a perpetual groundhog day.
for once, please, for once, would you just let your heart have a say?
THE CLOSET MYSTIC 