Order & Virtue

For ten long years, I have wandered

Navigating man-made worlds of words in search of the face of purity only to find silhouettes and charlatans

But, you know, there are those moments when no particular feeling is clear

Yet at the same time, everything is just right

Connection without reflection, I guess

And you walk freely, with a quiet yet keen mind, blessed in an aura of flourishing peace

But the moment you try to make sense of it, the moment you try to put it into words, it's gone

Our obsessive use of language shrouds those rare moments gifting that purity, that... beauty

No thoughts can capture them; they slip through every grasp but that of raw, silent experience

I've wasted so many thoughts and words utterly failing to hold that purity, but that told me all I needed to know