Lost in Symbols

We are lost in symbols

They speak on

their own

behalf

We have forgotten this

We believe they are our voice

we, who say, we don't believe...

------------------------------------------

I remember the first time I saw a rainbow made from oil. It had rained, and some of the puddles in the road had oil floating on the top, like it does, and caused a circular rainbow pattern to appear on the surface, like it does. I couldn't believe it. It felt like "free toys". I couldn't stop looking at it in amazement. I didn't know anything about refraction, or the oil, or anything like that. I just saw a rainbow in a puddle.
I had a similar experience, when I was older, in my grandpa's pickup truck. There was a piece of costume jewelry or something, that acted as a prism and split the light into the same rainbow of colors. Most people have seen something like this on a sunny day when the sun is at just the right angle. Seeing the inside of his beat up old truck, bathed in rainbow colors, felt like some divine gift. I was overwhelmed with profound feelings of reverence. It seemed like, extra.