
Photography, Prose, Musings on Magic
Portals of Perception
A heaven in a wildflower
To see a world in a grain of sand And a heaven in a wild flower Hold infinity in the palm of your hand And eternity in an hour…. — William Blake, Auguries of Innocence
Sometimes, if you look a bit sideways or let your eyelids hang a little heavy, the world takes on a different hue, or a different slant of light, or even slips open a veil into a whole other realm — one which is always there, just beyond our normal perceptions.
If, even just for the briefest of moments, we allow ourselves to catch sight of this other place through the portals of suspension of disbelief, we are forever changed. We are enraptured with the magic of the universe. We are dazzled with a glimpse of infinity encased within the miniscule or the ordinary.
The trick then is to keep that doorway open, to stop it wide with a grain of sand and a sigh of awe. For the universe is woven of the fabric of the makings of awe.
Listen. Can you hear the flutter of petals on the wind?

Or taste the fuzzed nectar exploding from stamen awaiting tiny bee feet?

When you were a child, did you imagine fairies darting between the daisies? Did you just know that they were there — the wee ones? Can you see them again if you look with the eyes of your soul?
Let your gaze soften. Allow logic to float away. Let magic seep in to fill those places where you have been holding onto darkness.

For that darkness can drown us if we allow it.
But look — there is a different slant of light here. Like Gaugin’s shadows, falling in unexpected patterns and angles which defy the trajectory of the sun, we can alter our perceptions to let a little more brightness in.
Those places where we cling to sadness or despair can be portals. Step through. Step through. Step into the magic.
Perhaps I will find you there.







