What if there are messages from the Gods in the geometry of daily life?

Sometimes I hear sacred voices and sometimes I see lines. It’s up to me whether I notice and respond. It’s so easy to slip back into the figuring-out mind … and not see what’s in front of my face.

The horizontal is lovely:

Simple, elegant, level.

I’m tempted to go into a long description of what the horizontal means to me but that quiet voice inside is simply saying “No”. And I’m listening. After all, your mind may go to different places. So stretch out your body and soul and drink in the photo. No doubt it will speak to you.

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The vertical also whispers volumes:

Do the thoughts that come speak in paragraph or poem? Are they written in bold or italics or just normal? Is their invitation right in front of your nose or hidden behind a veil?

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Two fine directions

Perhaps the lines have no end