“Waves”

“As I leaned against the railing overlooking the ocean, the sun sent mini-stars plopping into the water and exploding outward in fulgurations. Waves unfurled themselves against the shore like ingots of gleaming argent metal being flattened out and spread thin. Some of the waves were fashioned purely from light. This image, an apparently material wave rising immediately adjacent to one consisting of nothing but light, suggested a metaphor. I posed myself a question: when one perceives the apparently external material world, how much of what one sees is substance and how much is the light of Being or the Infinite underlying everything? Depending on one’s consciousness at the moment of observation, one’s spiritual angle of view, one might see only the light or only the stuff or substance. But, in truth, there was no difference between the two.”