White Lightning

 White lightening streaking the sky. Cutting into the Earth leaving a smoking smoldering patch of land. A bright flash illuminating a mind that no longer exists. The Earth disappears in a moment. A heart full of lightning with no face remains. A skull once made of bone, once engulfed in flesh remains. A skull at the bottom of the world. A skull beyond the bone. A skull made of bone made of pure light. Light without a name. Light without a home. A light that cuts through the sky. This light ends the sky. It ends the night and it ends the sky. It ends all things. A man buried head first with only his feet exposed above grounds finds himself right-side up in a vast space with his feet rooted in the Earth. Once a place full of things, it is now a place full of darkness. Seeking light among lights, discovering darkness is light and lights are darkness. The prison is the castle. The titan is the Lord. Iron bars are doorways to paradise.  There is no ground that isn't sacred. There is no prison. There is no slave. There is no wrong that we can commit. We live in pure righteousness. Righteousness all around. Everything is pure light. Pure goodness. Holiness. Evil is imaginary. The world of warring intermersed parts does not exist. All that exists is pure light. In the shelter of evil is the haven of Paradise. Beneath the black tattered cloak and the aura of violence and madness is the perfect purity of this moment. Concealed and cradled lies this treasure, a slowly turning galaxy of pure light. Concealed in the mask of evil. Behind horror. Yet it is not concealed. This concealment is a thought, equally of pure light, a single shining star among an infinite array in an infinite universe. Although it is a thought, there is nothing hidden. It lies in plain sight. All of it. Nothing else exists but this blinding light. We cannot turn away from it. We are surrounded by goodness, immersed in goodness, full of goodness, made of goodness, every moment of every day of our lives. The whole universe is composed of such since the dawn of time and throughout all of time. Ours is the unparceled glory of Heaven. Pure light. Pure power. Pure and clean being. There is nothing but Goodness. Nothing but the Glory of Heaven. This is where we exist. This is where we dwell. In this moment and for all moments eternal. We are surrounded by Light, we just don't see it. There is no darkness. There is no evil. There is just blinding eternal Love. Love is the end, the means, and the content. Pure Love. There is no other. Just a sea of love. A free love. A love that demands nothing and holds everything open for anyone, for everyone. This is what we are. This is what everything is. Free abiding love. Everything.