Text Box: Perception Walking home from the fulfilled mission the days weigh on my shoulder, lacking stimuli with the knowledge that I have already conceived all that is around me, I decide to challenge my intellect. As I shift through a simple labyrinth of streets that provide a predictable path home yet lack desired diversity, I wonder what this intellectual depravity must look like through the eyes of a child. I clear my mind of every thought. A single blade of grass. This blades base seemingly strait, tilts back welcoming others around. At its side, another leans across as if in the embrace of a close friend. Looking across what feels like a green sea of relationships frozen in time, I see a gentle breeze skimper atop this closely interwoven family. My eyes chase this fleeing life only to be disappointed. My eyes land on a plane of artificial rock revealing no living character other than imprinted remnants and stains of the past. This cold dry view of what was at my feet begins to animate as clear morsels end their pilgrimage. Empathy becomes a tangible observation as dark blotches calmly covered this bland flat of stone. This plain canvass is painted drop by drop. Like a fleeting thought, the path of my feet is infused with color and depth; now dampness is its embrace. Acuity is short handed while clouds drift by unveiling my next pursuit of interest. This water that has revived the comatose concrete sidewalk now conveys greater amending influence. The unnoticed bumps and dips that lacked any interest now sparkle alive as sunlight trickles over. A blazing light steals my attention from the engaging sheen and shimmer and entangles me in a moment. Overwhelming is this light; it shines so intensely that I cannot look at it directly. Viewing this Phenomenon out of the corner of my eye, the radiance pounds a peak in the asphalt road where elsewhere is left untouched. Then right before my eye lay a still and entrapping interest. A reflection through the same element that has already provided such character: Water unites a flat surface with the bumpy surface below, a view of what is beneath the veil and what is above. This puddle captured an image of white wisps with blue that fills the sky. Clouds lay before me as if some unknown force held them there so I could simply reach down and touch. I Step outside the depth of this moment where all of my surrounding come to life as if light had a body to dance with. Now thoroughly revived in my perception of the world I thought I knew, I let back my accumulated conceptions. I remember learning of the need for water all living creatures' posses, and how this life-giving element circulates throughout the world as if it were the blood of life itself. In thought I step back to contemplate. My heart races and my palms sweat. My eyes flutter motionless as my mind attempts to take in more than it is capable of, interpreting the reality that there is so much more out there to perceive. I am left rapt in amazement and reverence with the revelation that by no conceivable act of randomness, by nothing less than the expressed implicit intent with the wisdom and enjoyment of the unfathomable God with limitless imperceptible love could anything of this stature be achieved. It had to be either evidence of God, or it would seem this inconceivable bounty that is compounded by the stars of infinity, would only be answered by the emptiness of an embodied personified “nothing.”

 

 

 

.               © 2004 Kai Napohaku                     Pg. 2

 
 
                                                                                 

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