28 Oct 2004

Dawn, exhale a day to stream through the vapors of my soul like a hundred spring breezes distilled into a single breath. I have dreamed of perfect hours, balanced at the very edge of fate, and this morning begins as if it were seven prophecies all coming true at once. I slip into the waking world full of heart. There is phraseology for when you cannot tell where your life ends and Heaven begins, when you forget that you are a mortal being: it is called epiphany, when God opens up the world and shows you the truth underneath it.

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