Revelation

-And how does one reveal?
What is the revelation we are after?
Is it found in the moments, when the wind picks up
and leaves and paper scatter, inciting the winds of mind,
to themselves animate and issue forth the thoughts
that found their genesis in moments long past?
The questions over chambers of spirit, over the ethereal
connections that may, perhaps have been, what was
before we were.
Is it, in the quiet moments, when words are muted
and the coffee aroma becomes its own image
between two that become almost translucent?
Is it, in the gestures of the body, manifestations of the spirit,
hands dancing on a table, drawn by some greater force?
Is it, in the smiles and the laughter that become the only memory
of moments we return to?
Is it, in the scent of the air we breathe as we speak,
which we can never recognize but always breathes familiar,
when encountered unaccompanied?
Is it, in the bridges we build of sense and sound; the ones
we send as pulsing electronic signals of the self?
Where is the revelation, and how do we come to it?