Illumination I

    You run through the stormy night with a baby in the basket of your arms.  You notice a faint red sky glowing between the branches of the murky trees.  The rush of adrenaline is in you now.  Cast your fears aside; I see you, my friend.  I hold the light that's been leading you back home- away from all the scars left by the pain of reality.  These are the scars that were given to you when you accepted the terms of life you couldn’t control.  A thousand years I have spent and a thousand tears I have shed, waiting for you.  As you mount the steps of the terrestrial altar, I can feel your presence.  Out of the wicked thorns of the forest you rise, hoisting the baby you bore to the blood red sky.  The light shines upon you, an iridescent curtain of ethereal embers that are singing the songs of the angels from its source.  You are at the roots of heaven, my friend.  The embers lure your mind into a spinning trance, dizzying and wonderful.  They secrete themselves into millions of sparkles that encircle a vast ball of radiance which consumes your soul.  You hear the songs of the angels more clearly now; they engage your heart with the motion of All That Is.  You realize that the mind of God cannot be understood.  You realize that because chaos is the agent of reason, reason can never secede from chaos.  You realize that all the energy you wasted earning that fat dollar only stifled you on your way to becoming something so inherently beautiful that all the angels start weeping for the baby's deliverance.  Sweet rapture, enlighten you.  Illumination.