That which cannot

To bring ourselves within a space of awareness of things around us, there might be a tendency towards trying to allow more of a self-reflective mood that causes us to acknowledge that we as the physical bodies we are might do well to expand out beyond the ways we have come to recognize as how we do things, towards a way of simply being where we are if only for a moment, amid that which cannot be articulated any more than to be moved within.

Claude Debussy once wrote, "To feel the supreme and moving beauty of the spectacle to which Nature invites her ephemeral guests! … that is what I call prayer."  But how do we define prayer?  It doesn't necessary have to be about religion?  If there are elements of self-reflection within our moments of peace and calm, they might bring us into a space not of asking for things but of being more appreciative of what is there before us - before us as in there before we were ever there and before us in the sense of right there in front of us within the smallest of details. We encounter the physical world with a combination of senses, sometimes with all of them intact, sometimes as "other abled".

It may be all we can do but to witness and when witnessed, possibly shared through the various means we have to communicate with others - inevitably, it seems - since we live within communities of understanding that have us comfortably grounded in consensual reality that we draw upon as naturally as breath, participating in uniformities of perception, expression and a complacency of knowing even as we acknowledge that this causes the world to narrow down to commonplace experiences that so often tend towards precluding wonder...

But to effect that wonder?