BEING Part II – White Horses

Being

~ Haecceity

(Part Two: An Artist’s Insight into Holy Orders)

There is a truth beneath this poem that reveals itself not through time, but through depth: the distinction between radiance and perception.

What this poem reveals is a truth that does not arrive through time, but through depth: the difference between radiance and perception. Radiance is intrinsic — the steady, whole, unbroken essence we carry. Perception is circumstantial — shaped by the haze, wounds, filters, and atmospheres of those who view us. Depth teaches us that mis-seeing is not the same as mis-being. Our light does not dim because another’s vision was clouded; it simply goes unrecognized. And when this distinction finally settles into the body, clarity begins: our worth was never in question — only the lens through which we were seen.

The sun in this poetic reflection was never diminished.
She was never small, never muted, never uncertain.
Her offering was full and faithful —
but my experience of her warmth was shaped by what lay between us.
This is not meteorology.
It is psychology.

Our lives are marked by these veils —
the clouds of another’s fear,
the filters of their history,
the shadows cast by their unhealed stories.

We shine, yet others may feel only a fraction of what we offer.
We love, yet some can receive only what their interiors have room for.
We move with eros — the deep, sacred, life-thrusting force —
yet many see only the surface of our waves.

The white horses in this poem are not merely waves;
they are archetypes of unfiltered being —
the ones who gallop toward shore without self-doubt,
whose essence was mirrored correctly from the beginning,
who have never questioned their right to exist with this kind of holy abandon.

I have spent much of my life being luminous behind cloud-cover,
not because my light was dim,
but because others could not see me clearly.

This poem is not about a sun trying to shine.
It is about a sun who has always shone,
and a world not always equipped to feel her warmth.

Being “not known” does not mean being lesser.
Being unseen does not mean being diminished.
Our warmth may be filtered —
but it is never extinguished.

And perhaps that is the quiet revelation inside this piece:
that radiance is intrinsic,
and recognition is circumstantial.

The poem remembers something my life has taught me again and again:
that our essence is not defined by who perceives it,
but by the source from which it flows.

This is the truth behind the text.
This is the insight beneath the imagery.
Not a moment in time,
but a lifelong knowing —
one that continues to find its language.

— Crystal

If you have not read the first part of this reflection, Part I — BEING: Holy Orders