When the World Looks Like Light

Sit at a window or step out to the verandah, eyes open. Look at any familiar scene, the trees in the colony, a row of clothes on the line, the wall of the next building. Soften the gaze. Let the eyes stop holding the edges of objects so tightly. Slowly the scene begins to feel less like solid things and more like gradations of light, brighter here, softer there, all of it shimmering quietly. Stay with that softer seeing. The world has not changed. Your way of meeting it has, briefly, become the way the saints describe it.