The visual is the way through,
the magical veil which we cannot dismantle,
but must both penetrate
and open to
in a simultaneous pose
of participation
and surrender,
so we can touch and be touched by its richest treasures,
of which we are each one particularity.
We are bearers of our own discrete veil,
lamps of the divine,
in a field of lights,
some nothing more than smouldering embers,
smothered by other concerns;
others ablaze with ferocious glory -
our open end to be a unique strand
in a kaleidoscopic tapestry,
weaving our broken beauty
into a path that heals
in its collective magnificence.
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