-Enormity-
I could be
as big as the mountain of purgatory
I would doubt it if you saw me
I could dare and dare but something gnaws at me
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Your heart can see what your mind can’t perceive.
As your intellect analyzes, categorizes, and divides reality into understandable fragments, your heart operates from a completely different dimension. It is the organ of total perception, that captures the invisible nuances of existence.
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Two my favourite walking games are: how many different flowers, and how many cats I see along the way. It takes two to play it, yourself and the world. The rules are very simple: whenever you find at least one, both you and the world win. Taking pictures of what you find is optional.
For the flowers especially, you have to look high and low, big and small. This little one today was less than 5 mm right under my feet.
Source: Sleepy Noon Radio
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Flux gourmet is an surreal, funny artsy movie about *checks notes* sonic culinary art house collectives?
In which a rival mime sonic culinary art collective sabotages another collectives residency using terrapins as window bricks?
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I keep journals, which I (sometimes) illustrate with what I see. This is from one of my journals.
The top is the appearance of a deceased person’s spirit still ‘on this side’ as an orb. I can say that with confidence because I was called to work with this particular person’s spirit later (when they asked for help crossing over - another story), and I’d not long woken from a 'working dream’ where I had met them. (It is a rule -for me at least - that in dream state I cannot see the deceased who have 'crossed over’ - I can be in their presence, but they will remain out of sight).
I sat in the dark watching the orb streak past as they took their leave.
The lower picture is how I see the signature 'wake’ in the air afterwards, turbulent and wavy. It’s like looking through a kelp forest in a storm.
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“Writers are given the responsibility of sight. I think that the whole burden, responsibility and beauty of the gift forces us to construct our lives differently so that we are able to become vehicles to transcend, to encompass and articulate not only our own experience but the experiences of others. For me it’s being in a position to interpret my life, so that in some degree I can interpret the lives of those around me: those who came before me, and if possible lay down some kind of framework for those who come after me. so I do think writers have an essential responsibility that’s different.” -Alexis De Veaux, Black Women Writers at Work
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Walt Whitman, Mary Roach, a Maxim for Nostalgists, et al.: ‘It’s Easy to See It Once You See It’
It’s Easy to See It Once You See It
From whiskey river’s commonplace book:
The workshop…
The paper I write on or you
write on, every word we write,
every cross and twirl of the
pen, and the curious way we
write what we think, yet very
faintly…
In them realities for you and
me — in them poems for you
and me…
In them themes, hints, provokers.
(Walt Whitman)
Link
What an Ego Death Really Is — and When They Happen - Dualistic Unity
Ego death isn’t permanent—it’s a glimpse. What changes after seeing identity as something that can fall away?
https://dualisticunity.com/what-an-ego-death-really-is-and-when-they-happen/
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‘i’m not even sure why i’m so desperate to get rid of her — but i can’t help feeling exposed up here… as if she might suddenly glance up and see me — see some part of me that my flesh always concealed.’
greg egan, 'seeing’ (1998).
Answer
Sure! I did link it in one of the posts, but it was ageless patterns’ 1877 pink lady’s winter hood 
(pink optional, obviously)