What if our world, our existence
is a raindrop?
A minuscule drop falling through time,
through an expanse
much greater than our universe.
A microcosm incomprehensible
to the grand scheme.
Such should be our vision, our understanding
of what we know.
See your thoughts today,
and past experiences,
as a raindrop.
A minuscule understanding
floating through a timeless expanse.
Falling, contorting to deeper meaning –
a meaning that is your Beloved’s.
For a moment today
Look over the rims of your
Rose Colored Glasses.
Surprised at the colors?
At what you see?
When did you put on these glasses?
Or, did they form their hue over time?
Truth is not the rose-color.
Truth is the colors around the hue.
The colors of peace.