Worlds Overlap

Such a strange but compelling idea: that worlds overlap. That there is an unseen reality intermingled with our own. Maybe that is the origin of deja vu, of sudden but sweet melancholy, of insights that seem misplaced in my harrowed head and hardened heart, alas and alack!

There might then be places of crossing over, of thinness where air is exchanged, a kind of existential oxygen flowing across. Are they found in dreams? In quiet stillness? In solemn rituals suffused with beauty? I imagine they are everywhere present for the receptive soul.

Maybe the keyhole one peeps through is the eye of love, glimpsing things that one-sidedness cannot see let alone comprehend. And there is the mystery of the three. A Trinity configured in such a way as to bind all that was, that is, and that will always be in a kind of needed ecstasy.


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