i've noticed my mood has gone way up too..
i also feel it's kind of a 'hello' ...from someone..(or something like that)
YES! It is just like that, as if The World is saying: Filigee! Look, it is me, I am here...pay attention to me, I miss you.
Me: Oh...The World is prettier and more mysterious than I remembered...
The World: I am, I am great and impossibly vast and beyond your keen,
oh simple mortal...
Me: *becomes entranced, like a kitten chasing the beam from a torch* Soooo pretty, I wants it! I want
The World.
The World: but you already have me, you are part of me.
Me: Oooooh...*frolics and revels in the Worldness* I love the The World!
The World: I love you too, even when I do terrible terrible things to you...
Me: terrible things are not fun, but you do nice things too, so I forgive you...and, you make me feel like everything will be ok.
The World: I am a terrible, yet magnificent thing...terrible! Magnificent! Yours! You!...nothing will be ok, but it is also always ok because things simply
are. You silly humans just try and interpret them, which you can never fully do, and so you see good and bad, when there is really no such thing.
There is only existence. It is contradictory and ever changing, but not contradictory either, you only interpret it as so, it simply
is. Even that is too simplistic, I am not only being, as I am not being too...I am
flow, change and conflict...The Ever Moving! MARVEL AT ME
Me: ....wow...that should not make me feel better, but it does. Despite knowing this, I shall continue with my foolish attempts to place limits and order on you, The World, as I need to in order to function, and because I am of you and not external from you, hence I am limited...ooooh, well that was fun. I have things to do now.
The World: Filigee! NOOOOO! noooo!
Me: now where did I put that book I was looking for...wait, more importantly, who will I be in five years time? I should think about this carefully, in case I turn into someone I don't like.
The World: Filigee! Filigee!!!
Me: ugh! what's that annoying buzzing on the edge of my consciousness? I wish it would shut up so I could
think.
This is all just communicated with pure
feeling...
As an aside, try yea some Blake:
http://www.poetry-archive.com/b/night.html Not
strictly a Romantic poet, but still a writer very into communicating with nature and such.