The Stairway Down to Heaven

As I came down the stair case to the beach the other day at around 4 p.m., the light was extraordinary. It was low in the sky and filtering through the trees, but it was more than that. It seemed to be a pure, white light, the kind that the gurus tell you to imagine coming out of the top of your head when you are meditating. All the vegetation around me seemed to be alive and breathing. It was as if I had been given the ability to really feel the life all around me. I stopped in my tracks and just took it all in. It was ethereal and I almost felt as if I had stumbled into a tear in the fabric of the universe. No light could be this pure. No leaf could look so green. Well, unless you are tripping on acid, but you know what I mean. So I guess in the end, if God wants to lure me into that white light, he will

just make it look like a staircase down to the beach, because for me, that would be heaven. "No need to push! I'm going. I'm going."