OctPoWriMo 2018! Day 21: how will I know

Our tender time transcends what we can tell,
but we still will know
what we think to be true,
as we try to sight eternity
through narrow slivers of rain.

We absorb
as we awake above,
then dive for jewels.

We now discover
truly where we dwell
as we plunge into our place,
mesmerised by mirrory mists.

Now open, we brightly fly.

Soaring within a shimmering sky,
we shine divinely,
knowing the joy
of being beloved.

Azurely, surely,
we reflect on stagnant hazes
in our distant past
as we wallow, surge, then flow.

Now we sail in the sea of what we need,
no longer whispering why
thanks to clear, crystal bliss.

Ask.

The answers flood, radiate.