| Seeking The Light And Other Eastern Thoughts |
| I sit quietly. I close my eyes. I hear her breathing. I stare at my closed eyelid. I see the phosphenes roll by. Like some absurd flying serapes. I look beyond the color, I seek the light. A small speck, a star in the far distance growing. A moon, no… a harvest moon growing larger and larger. A sun ablaze in my closed eyes., blinding me with its brilliance. There is no sound of breathing, no thought to draw me away. Only the oneness of the light, the oneness of thought. The light begins to vibrate, and surge with power It is my light, my power, my essence. It begins to envelope everything. I am no longer me. I am the light. I am. |
