The world beneath our feet

I wonder if the truth was ever designed for those who knew less?

For the ones, who would be able to live it, wouldn't need to know, but to purely embody it.

I have this sense, that this universe, is far more mysterious than it actually lets on.

I feel like there is this whole world, right beneath our feet, that breathes to the song of its making, and its subsided love for all of humanity.

For that which is subsided, only has a peace and a calm, that it can bring to any situation - and defuse it, not deny it, and make it realize its own existence.

It is almost as if purity has its own name, and this world beneath our feet - yearns to breathe through its very pores.