Heavenletters

You are the play of sunlight. You are the excursion you take to the beach. You sun yourself in yourself, and you lie on your self that you call sand or beach, and you wade in the waves of your light that you call ocean.

For a moment, while reading this, it is real. I feel myself as the sand I am lying on and even more distinctly as the waves I am wading in. Vast am I. When I write this, it's already gone, leaving no more than a faint echo. What are these split-seconds of reality? Perhaps something lingers. It is a strange path, my God, that You are sending me to explore. Yes, there is a certain penchant for Oneness, maybe a talent. It's a strange path nevertheless. So vast and yet so narrow and overgrown with brambles. And so incredibly long.