I am

I am too big in my box to see I AM but when I am out of my box I am small so small and I see I AM everywhere I am. I write this in honor of L.L. Barkat who has inspired me to leave my “box” and yield myself to the vastness of a holy and ever changing temple. Where one moment my ceiling might be a blue porcelain bowl rimmed in delicate lavender and pink and the next a billowing tent of grumble gray and then diamond dusted ebony. Where green burns orange and crimson and chills to sparkle white and breath meets breath. Where the air is lilac sweet or peony heady or heat heavy or smoky crisp. Where rooms are repainted and redecorated several times a day. Where my eyes can see the Artist’s hand and my ears can hear His footsteps. Where I am open to...