La Lumière vivante

Bright light has brightened my days a little. It coloured many a dream of mine. It made my heart bob up and down. Just being one witness to its all pervading voice, is to find The Happy Place; is to be lost, revelling and blown away and to not know what to think. Is to feel these butterflies in the stomach that appear suddenly out of the blue, mysteriously, reflexively.


Sigh.


I can't touch it though. I can't hold it though. It can't be mine alone. That is foolishness. It is bright light anf its nature is to pervade all, to benefit all, to be everywhere. It is too bright for my barely two centimetre pupils. Exposure to it would only result in me getting scorched and blind. 


It needs to be with something equally beautiful, equally powerful, equally lovable.


Me. Lesser mortal.


I ll be happy to see it every morning, from a good distance, losing myself in its tiny little ray. This ray that makes me frenziedly happy and upbeat. Oh its better that way. And I am happy that way. I need my dark nights to climb out of this thing I Fall into. Only to fall back in the next morning.


I know its a sucky post. I just needed to put something on. Sorry!