An encounter with God.

If perception was just the same awareness shaped differently dependent on the experiencer. What would that be called? And the still point of that encounter. The point verge where a 90 year old and a 48 year old, a two thousand year old tree, and the fresh wrestling of the wind amongst its leaves all share a simultaniality of being. Not crossing but somehow parallel in “space time”. This awareness, what is its name? What word? Awe, Wonder. Yes, in part, but no for these are evoked emotions stemming from the pin prick of the Mystery itself. The awe and wonder come from what awareness. Our smallness, yet Oneness with what lies just beyond the grasp of comprehension. Perhaps. To Dream. To Pray. To Hope In Faith and Love.