The Aperture

She was unconscious. 

Darkness swarmed 

Behind her eyes 

and she heard murmuring

and she spoke

Irises expand, swivel, swirl

Drops of light land softly among the blue

“Now I see, dear mother.”

Words rambled on, telling everything she knew

Great heaps of information

But

The aperture opened once more.

Drops of light landed gently among the blue.

“Oh mother! Now! Now I can see.”

And her words swelled, a revelation

Light speed recounting

Facts, fancies

Questions, answers

Assured was she

But

The irises opened yet again

Drops of light landed tenderly among the blue.

The girl stopped talking

Tired lips rest.

Dear mother took her child’s hand

She combed her child’s hair

“Oh. Now I see.”

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I once had the experience of being unconscious. Or rather, I had the experience of coming back into consciousness. I think about it all the time actually, as a great metaphor for life. Every cycle of life is a new revelation, what we thought we knew before becomes clear in a way we could not have predicted. Like putting on glasses to see how crisp the scenery becomes. 

Right now I ride a glorious wave that is sure to break. One day I will see things that aren't clear to me yet. Can't be clear to me yet, because the next wave hasn't arrived. And that's OK. 

I think we champion our life to the best of our ability. With what we have and what we know.