Space flickers

In plain sight, space flickers and right at that moment, both palms and soles of feet, tingle with magnetism; pulse that does not deplete. In plain sight, space flickers, cognised if we be still; God’s light shines from behind, ours to know unless we’re spiritually blind. In plain sight, space flickers, signalling it’s a veil, which all pure hearts can pierce, upon shedding ego and desire tempests fierce. In plain sight, space flickers, so we’re both this and that and as we bilocate between earth and heaven, God Himself shapes our fate.