I Am One

Yesterday I was walking around Western Ave Studios, checking out all the artists, when I came to a peculiar looking studio. I happened to glance in at the artist, just as he was looking up from his holiest of holy torches, he fixed his gaze upon me and pulled me into his studio without saying a word. As I glided into his world, I had a feeling of being, not only light as a feather, but All Knowing as well. He got out of his chair and gestured for me to have a seat at the "Torch of Goodness". His movements were not unlike a zen tea master from a distant past. He handed me what I needed and in seconds I was staring into a glowing glob of molten glass. The more I looked into the glass the clearer my mind became. All the stress and turmoil, all my past sins, I could see clearly in the glass. They were melting away. When the last of my madness was gone, he spoke to me in a language I'd never heard before but somehow understood. I wept freely. I was overcome with this new sense of joy and wonder, like a newborn baby drawing his first breath. The next thing I knew, I was back in Vicki's studio, on the couch, waking from a nap. It was all a dream, or so I thought..... until I opened my hand!