Elements of Mysticality

I would try again

So many symbols and omens
So laborious to explain
there are so many complex elements to them
So many subtle nuances in fine details

There was a moment
when I stepped back from the whole picture
I saw the whole history of it
In each passing second of reality

Opportunities of chance
Moments that could have gone either way
So that suddenly standing here
On the cutting edge of the leading moment
This reality is rich beyond belief
Not simply with stimulus, image taste and sound
And more than just 'feel'

The moment is infused with a rich and complex fiber
Like a helix intertwined
Those histories resulting in the now
Each history an omen with its own meaning

And the current moment
That fleeting second that is impossible to define
It flows through me with an energy that is infused with a magical essence

There was so much more
Things like the way you look at me

Again the world became magical
And in another moment even if its not a magical connection
"just a coincidence"
I will probably still choose to believe in the magic
Because I learn something about myself
Some higher order is hinting to me, showing me the way
Investigate the source of these good omens

And when I realized that it was
even every adversarial moment
that led me to the now
They all became holy

I wanted to go on explaining
Truly it was becoming everything
Each passing second had that long connection
All those events and processes leading to that decision in that moment

I inhaled a deep breath
The trees and animals were speaking to me now
There were so many conversations always going on
Rich beautiful stories of life and death

A snail climbing near by, engaged in his ultimate life and death struggle
An ant beneath my feet

The vegetation; evolved to drink in the sunlight and breathing air
Your entire life history
All intertwined with this one moment

The smell that afternoon was unique.
It was, unmistakable.
The smell of a thunderstorm
Lighting across the desert
And the rain penetrating a dry soil

An energy transfer

I sat down and made music for a while
As the melodies washed over me I bathed in their spirit
And yet none of it seemed captured in the recording.