Mysticism in small things

December 10th, 2022

I don’t need anything special, no need for artificial places or things or moods to feel it. Any place that advertises its mysticism and mystical properties is of no interest to me. The same with something enhancing the mind and perception to feel mystical emotions will not do. I am already beyond that need for organized and commercial mood amplifiers. And I don’t have to look for those experiences anymore, they come to me organically and unexpectedly.

Mysticism for me is a constant wonder at the beauty and secrecy of nature and creation and creativity. A sunshine burst through the clouds that warms my face gives me this particular emotion of oneness with the whole of the current and the past and the future experience of every single consciousness. The same with music and writings and art of all kinds, when a sudden revelation of experiencing a genius of creation opens my mind and floods it with deep calmness. With something unspoken and inexplicable, yet shared in my psyche with the totality of being and time.

I need this like I need the air and food and companionship. It is a basic required emotional charge for my life. That makes every day worthwhile, especially when I don’t know if today I will experience something of this nature, or if it will be some other day. But I know those experiences and feelings will come to me one way or another, one day or another. There will be another passage in a book, another song or harmony within one, another museum holding a treasure that only I can see, and another place in a forest where the totality of the spirits of all time will align within me. And with me being a part of that singular totality.