☀️Transformation - a parable
I sit on the edge of a cliff. Underneath me, a liquid mirror reflects the infinite gradients back into the ether. Air is tugging the mirror, folding lines into its fabric. Next to me hovers an orb of light. It’s gravitas cracking open my so solidly believed surface. As the unity of above and below folds around me, astonishing all senses with its boundless spectrum, my body is fractured into a thousand prisms by the pull of the orb. Adding more and more depth to the bottomless mirror palace that is becoming me. Geometry creating a new fractal reality within. Reflecting the surrounding gradient nature endlessly. Infinite space expanding.
Enclosed my dimensioned world, the orb ignites a beacon - first a shimmer, then a flurry. What new universe was created within, is now flooded with light. The prismatic shatters amplifying it ceaselessly. Molding the reality that is me into something new.
Whatever pain. Whatever suffering. Whatever insecurity. Whatever shame. Whatever loneliness I have experienced in this life and will experience until its end. It shall pale against the light and warmth that has been created within. If there was ever a doubt now it has been cleared. Shall one ever ask “But is it all worth it?” Now I can answer it resoundingly. There is nothing worth more. It is all its worth.
Two orbs of light hover over a cliff. The fabric beneath eternally being tugged away.