one time a being of pure light & truth appeard to me and started saying some bullshit but i ignored it
Dust by Dorianne Laux
Someone spoke to me last night, told me the truth. Just a few words, but I recognized it. I knew I should make myself get up, write it down, but it was late, and I was exhausted from working all day in the garden, moving rocks. Now, I remember only the flavor ā not like food, sweet or sharp. More like a fine powder, like dust. And I wasnāt elated or frightened, but simply rapt, aware. Thatās how it is sometimes ā God comes to your window, all bright light and black wings, and youāre just too tired to open it.
