February 10-A, 2023

I find this scene to be a beautiful rendition
of a point of contact with the numinous/ineffable/radiance/etc.
of life being aware of itself,
and consider it to be a still life worthy of the term.

I have watched deer and elk grazing in the late hours
of the day,
look up at the sunset
and gaze upon its descent,
and I imagined myself being
one with them in being impacted
by the radiance of existence
breaking in upon us 
during the humdrum,
same old, same old,
everydayness of the day.

We look up
and are transported
to another level of reality.
To another reality.

Radiance.
Numinousity.
Ineffability.
Booms us out of this world
into that world,
just like that,
out of nowhere,
unexpected,
without warning,
and then it's gone,
leaving us with the memory 
of its passing,
and the dream 
of its hoped-for return.

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