"Certainties of glass" suggests that the truth does not necessarily have to be true. The relativity of what is seen has to do with the eyes that look at it and what we presume to be true is only a version of reality.
Astroturbid rays of mine:
away, allay a blur divine.
Return to me, all-certain day—
no crystal truth can stay.
These lines respond to my intrigue about what goes into the previous poem ".Don't go."
I believe that it is the inner light, rarefied by the outer misery. But, that little by little it returns with the cosmic lights captured in everything that produces or reflects the light.
Enchanting images. I've always been fascinated by abstract art, but full of light and saturated with twilight colors, it's magical, my look is just kidnapped.
Well done, @d-pend! Great!
The paradox that the more certain we are about something mentally, the more constricted our vision, though perhaps more discerning.
There is a subtle feeling throughout life that this is a movie about an adventure, and a returning home. This is a redemption story, and we are the protagonist and antagonist in one, the hero and the villain.
When I was photographing these my mind went quiet and the imagination soared, reminding me of my great fascination with lights of every color and sort as a child. Everyday magic still exists, if we know how to see it.