I was seated upon a great field of daisies and I saw a brilliant golden disc. And the skies were bathed full of golden light, filled with golden light, and that golden light flooded that field of golden green.
The flowers seemed like miniature suns in the light of that golden sun and there was light and there was warmth and there was peace. And there was no night, and there was no shadow, and there was no ending. I saw without seeing. And I heard without hearing. And I knew without knowing.
There was no difference between me and the daisies and the sun. All was of the one, and the one was in all, and the one was all.Richard Jon, Messenger