The light fused through the windowsill, a white beam erupting flakes of dust into sparkling facets. My irises are both blinded & embraced by dust sparkles.
A speck of dust, for one moment, a speck of light-light, light which we are all made out of.
I am light,
galaxies are light,
& I observed a speck of dust become light. I observed a speck of dust become the universe. I observed a speck of dust become an extension of God.
You are a speck of dust.
You are the entire universe.