I catch the elemental as the reflection of foliage is perfectly exposed on the screen of the modern gadget. I move a little to welcome a comfortable position. From behind the concrete wall, I hear the wind rustling, swirling its fluid presence. Everything is alive.

Yet, in the influence of so many surfaces, the depths are disregarded, undervalued, faded in the process of consummation. Everything is dead at the same time.

Have we forgotten?

That in scratching the soil where our roots were braided, where our cores were nourished by organic lullabies and poems centuries and miles ago, there lies a revealed heavenly which will heal, teach, transform, inspire. Every element, small or big, labeled or anonymous, expands as we choose to expand with it.

If so, aren’t we, here, now the heaven we seek?