Rarely am I larger
Than when connected
To a landscape
Which makes me feel
Than when connected
To a landscape
Which makes me feel
small
small
I believed thought
Was the centre
Of my being
Until I began
To sense
The presence of existence itself
I watch the Earth breathe
Breathing in with the flood
Breathing out with the ebb
The eternal dance
Of the sea upon the shore
“What?”
“The Jesus Effect,” I say more loudly. “When the sun comes through the clouds in shimmering rays like that.”