HORIZONS

The horizon: where heaven and earth meet. There are internal and external horizons. Then there are existential or essential horizons. The horizon is also where we come from.  Horizons are where we are bound. Zero point of freedom. Out of freedom we are born, to freedom we return and hence it is not surprising that horizons and freedom are our inner and outer most essential longings. 
Horizon is the youth aspect of our nature, horizons are about beginnings. The promise of everything, pure potential.  It is the joy of the blank sheet awaiting its very own specificity. Infiniteness of our imagination. The freshness of a new born babe, all the hope and the wisdom of old age.
Horizons, my fragile home, bed of beginnings. The edge of being at the center of my heart. Merging of opposites. Canvas for endless trajectories, never fully arrived at for it is a permanent state of arrival and wonder, longing and dreaming. We must invent that which we wish to discover (Bachelard)
Distant blue like the sky, the closeness of blue because the blue planet is our home. Planet blue and you. The edge of the sea just when it rises, the earth's edge just before it folds in upon itself, touching itself in all its myriad shapes and forms. We touch each other and ourselves, perhaps the only thing that remains. That we love and have experienced love. That is touching, that is folding in on itself. 
Learning from the horizon, from horizons, patience, the open hand, reaching out, expecting: everything and nothing. Emptiness, waiting, longing for you and for myself.  The horizon with in. The wall where I once wept, the field of joy, hope and perseverance.