IF YOU COULD FEEL IT.....
If you could feel it, you would not believe you could ever know it. If you could feel it, you would know it is spoken as truly as it ever can be told in the echoing note of a guitar floating into the wind. If you could feel it, you would see it in the flower folding in upon itself in the photograph taken by a little girl and painted by a trick of the light inside the theater of your mind. If you could feel it, you would not know what consciousness or the brain or love or rain was, and you would not even know that you do not even know. If you could feel it, everything would stop and you would see that it had never even begun, that there wasn't ever anything at all, yet nothing is also everything. If you could feel it, the warmth and cold and light and dark and the fire glimmering in the stone fireplace across the cabin and the echo of an owl and the call of a wildcat and the luminous darkness would not be outside you or inside you, and inside and outside and you