Crushed

There is a deep beauty that runs through this life.
So intrinsically woven even Death cannot remove its brilliant color.
The Fool of Death believes in only the finite-end and cannot see what Death has unknowingly ushered.
Such a force and violent quake; the veil separating the Shadow from the True is torn with power.

An in-breaking finds us and blinds with what earthly eyes are not conditioned to see.
A potency of rich beauty released, so strong, so pure, it can no longer be contained.
Tasting such fullness from the Source brings the knowledge that what was before was a thin diluted true.
Bearing witness to such power I erupt with confession:
"Even now, even here, it is good".