Light

Sometimes when I'm very still in meditation and even in the wee hours when I wake up and I'm very still, I see a beautiful light behind my eyes. Sometimes I think this light is god. Sometimes I think it is me. And then I think maybe it's just substance and that substance is all there is -- no me, no god, just beingness.

And these are just thoughts, too - arising and passing, like all phenomenon. Curious. Thinking. Analyzing. Taking up space.