The day is past and the sky draws dim. Much has happened, but not much that is worth recounting...
except for the thought of being made know
What does it mean to "be made known"?
Does this mean there is complete understanding, or could it be that just for a moment there was recognition and fleeting knowledge,
or it is just the tip of the iceberg that lies beneath the surface waiting to be explored; an awakening of knowledge that grows and consumes.
Knowledge that as it continues to be made known over and over will slowly burst forth in a full and melodic symphony of experience that caresses the listener,
But time fades away and the light rests its head for the eve, the time for stillness is at hand.