12/14/10 Personal illumination

Those moments when the gold light begins to radiate out of you like in those old 12th century gold-leaf paintings. The illumination was the dimensionality. Last night, my head popped open again, in a good way, and I listed to the air for news as some used to put their ear to the rails. Morning found me with an open heart--another pop in the night. How beautiful this world is. How fulsome, excellent.