God is Light

The streets are bathed in spring sunshine, sunshine in rectangles and diamonds and acres of light, on rooftops and brickwork and masonry and on pavements. There is an aliveness to the day that is almost unbearable, and too huge to hold, but there it is, and every photon sears into the visual cortex and electrifies the circuitry of the brain and makes me want to yield and at the same time scream and hug every spangle of reflected light, it fizzes in my cells and this is what it must be like to be a green plant and conscious of photosynthesis, leaves like upturned palms in some sort of invocation.



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