Monday morning.

When does it stop being evening, when does the new day arrive?

Still entranced by the haze of flame and shadow that surrounds me. Still caught in the unending beauty of the universe, my body forgotten, my soul turning, spinning...

Such beauty.

I wrap myself in the gleaming warmth of affection and love and desire... I swim in crystal clear waters, the sun on my face, every breath a wonder of tomorrows and eternity. I believe, now, that there is no end to the wonder that can be found in such simple things as a touch, a word, a look.

Imagine a book, leatherbound, the pages thick and hand-pressed... imagine inks in a rainbow of colors, jewel tones glistening wetly against the pure fibers, timeless promises sealed by summer winds' kisses and the dance of falling snow... imagine the scent of flesh and fruit, life itself rising dustily from the pages to spring free, reborn as the song a small child sings to the dawn...

...there, in the moment and the movement and the hint of forevers that such a fragile thought brings, there am I.

Celebration, exaltation, can you touch me? Can you walk beside me as I tread the starways, drinking in the cool light of a million lives, my world reduced to infinity?

How do I explain to anyone what sort of wonders I have seen? I want those I care about to catch at least a glimpse of this, of the perfect light and perfect love that surrounds and fills. I... if I believed in God, this would be Him. If I accepted Karma, this would be the sum of all that is good and all that is bad and all that simply is. If I existed, this would be my best, my brightest, this is what is.

I am.

All.

Everything.

How can a universe that holds such miracles ever truly fall short? Even in the pain, the tears, the hesitations, even in the flaws and failures, there is a grace and light that surpasses anything I could imagine.

Everything is. EVERYTHING is.

For the first time in forever I understand why there are tomorrows.

If I had one wish, just one, it would not be for health or wealth or power... not for anything so paltry. Rather, I would wish that I could bring you with me into the bliss, that you could see how swift-growing the world is, how alive, that the music of a hundred million loves and hates and deaths and births could ring in your ears as strongly as it now plays in mine.

I wish I could show you what I see.