Lying there, in that golden August light
I knew, or felt, or beheld,
a union deeper than knowledge,
deeper than sense,
deeper than vision.
Light streamed through me,
after anguish,
and for one instant of awareness,
if but for that one instant,
I felt pure ecstasy.
In a single blinding flash of illumination,
I knew blessedness.
I was part of the spirit that moved
in the light and the wind and the grass.
I was - or felt I was - in communion with reality,
with ultimate being.
-Ellen Glasgow
