So, is the miracle fluidity?
The three, yet one?
The sick, yet healed?
The water, yet wine?
That which is the present and that that which is yet to come?
This fluidity that fills those spaces left
Embracing this is like trying to hug water as it cleans and drowns and washes away any pretense of stability. I fight it and sputter and tire but when I float I see the stars as they move and flutter and flow and remind me that we are all made of these...