Oneday.Notyet:

I need to feel small...
To stand in the shadow of a mountain; upright and determined.
To toss in the rise and crash of a wave.
To watch the change of a tree; thriving with strength.
To be in that quiet space that has been created for smallness.
One day. Not yet.
To be captured in an orchestra; a symphony of souls.
To be lost in a painted desert landscape.
To be created in the dust.
To be breathed.
To be found in that quiet space not known to this earth.
That quiet space created for smallness.
One day. Not yet.
I need ancient of time.
I have been searching...  I am searching.
Screaming.  Sobbing.  Singing.
It seems there is none here to be found.
Streets of black.
Structures of pretended perfection.
Every direction traveled ends in the reality of now... but not yet.
I need alpha and omega.
I need backwoods and lost paths.
I need lions and thunder.
I need that quiet space created for smallness.
"Patience."
In the yearning, whispered out.
Barely audible to the crowded and deafened ear.
For it has been said:
That quiet space promised, will be found.
It will not leave the soul wanting.
Creation was created to create smallness.
One day. Not yet.
Search.
Search!
For that quiet space.
Search for those mountains, waves, trees, souls, deserts and dust.
That breath.
Search.
That quiet space, although not yet permanent, can be sought out whensmallness is needed.
Even if only to be for a brief moment captured.
I need to feel small.
And small I feel.