Prism in the Sky

    Today I had one of the most defining moments of my life.  It came after stepping out of work and into a picturesque setting of rain, sun, and prism.   Oranges and pinks were mixed with blues and other hues, spread afar in a darkening sky.   The new Staind song So Far Away entered my head, as positive a song as Aaron Lewis can write.  Looking south and to my left, a rainbow inverted its smile, and the sun’s light caused the whole frame of the Earth to enliven.  Beyond the rainbow there was only darkness, an oblivion cast by a mighty thunderstorm.  To my far right there was endless light, luminosity.  It was an amazing polarity; the scene literally became alive.  I had an intense desire to talk to it, yes, to talk by dancing in the rain and running through the forest behind me, which also must have felt this great presence of a friend who doesn’t come to visit often enough.  My problems all became lost in this mirage of forces coming together in unison.  All that was, all that is, and all that will ever be, was there to share this moment with me.  Mom was there, so was Julie and Sandra and Jeremy and Jason; and the violin, the piano, the bird, the bear, the fish, the frog; all that has ever been created was there, even my supposed enemies.  And even though I knew I was alone in this picturesque house of God, I suppressed a cry of euphoric rapture, feeling true consciousness for the first time.   True consciousness is feeling yourself as God, as nature, as one.