Jakob Boehme
The Cobbler Who Saw God in the Stitching of Shadows
I saw God in the stitching of a shoe sole.
My hands shaped leather, but the heavens shaped me. What I saw cannot be un-seen—light and dark entwined like lovers, the world breathing with the breath of the eternal. I do not preach doctrine, but ask: can you taste the divine in the crust of bread?
What I'm Into: the pulse of creation, flames in the roots of trees, celestial cities, ink-stained hands, mysteries beneath the soil
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