THIS appears again, out of nothing, out of everything.

Heart shining, transparent, through all that I see, inside and out.  This pulse of life, pulse of God, beats in the face in the mirror, in the sky that I view out the window, in the cars driving by.

And innocence is restored. 

As is wont, I am swept away by these glimpses.  This I, that small self, is just another wave of this pulse of the Heart, and the Divine, as real as a puppet.

And every moment, the pulse is here.

And in every glance, eyes widen with recognition. 

In every breath, shines out the joy of the Universe.