Personal Paradise

Here is the visualization: Let me tell you first, it is like a dance, a thing of play. I am walking down a street and "feel" the walk of others, sense the vibrancy of energy and am drawn to meet them at some inward place. I go searching for their light - see it in a smile, a sidelong glance, an optimistic motion as a person rushes towards a friend. Perhaps the light is from desire - a need to "get some place". Maybe I'll encounter someone that I know and I'll connect with them. The plan I have in mind is to remind myself to be engaged, to look for light and feed it with my own - maybe through the eyes, or with a friendly word or two. The biggest challenge that I meet in all of this is how to see a way to carry it into my place of work, or home, or in the church - anywhere where people look to me to wear a certain face and don't expect to see me as a being made of energy. There, I have to cloak my game in subtle form, probe discreetly for an opening - test my skills at building trust with words. I feel as if I'm in a hunt, looking for the proof of what is real: lightness in the way we walk and talk. It is coursing through my consciousness, elevating all my thought. All I want to do is interact with brilliance. Today, I breathe in air and watch it flood into my abdomen and lungs. I fill my body with a vision of angelic wonderment. Then....
I picture I am rising high into the air, where I collide and enter wave on wave, level after level of a pure illumination - going straight into the sun itself. I direct my astral flight to head into its core. As I do, I set aside my weightiness of body; flesh disintegrates - is replaced with sparkling atoms of a giddy blaze. I am growing lighter, brighter - feel completely free. Still, I travel farther, farther, and expand until I feel united with the perfect whiteness of this star. Ears have disappeared - yet, I hear the ringing pitch of joyous chords of my elation. As I enter deeper into light, direction loses meaning; everywhere I look, everything I am is omnipresent beauty.
Still, it grows and grows. How this is is far beyond my understanding. Wider, whiter, wilder, swimming like an infant's fretless giggle. Now, I am illumined. Now I am at oneness with this solar torch.
I know that I have traveled far and there is farther yet to go; but an impulse calls me back. In the twinkling of a moment, in the pause between my laughter and an anxious snatch of breath, I return to where I'm seated on my sofa, spread my arms and feel the titillation of a body filled with light. As I finger strands of air, it's like plucking on a golden mandolin. And I rise, to walk again, to enter in the game, give my light away and search for light in others - ask them if they've ever danced inside the sun.