Bus Fare for the Beautiful

I've been falling (or rising), periodically, into a new state of euporia. It's kind of like something I've felt before, but more intense and longer-lived. I feel the bekoning finger of divine love. Friday night it was very intense. I was leaving work. Walking down the hall the immediacy of the moment took on an intense power and I was launched into euphoric happiness. The feeling that I had was warm and fluid. The world seemed to be made of the flesh of God. The buildings were alive. I walked outside into the sun light and everything I've read about "all is one", "God is everything" was so very real and immediate. It was the like a new glimpse of the world the way it really is. I was giddy with excitement. It was as intense as any trip I've ever been on. I looked at people and they all just seemed so beautiful... so clearly divine, so magic. As I walked down the street and I saw a woman kneeling down on the sidewalk searching for something in her backpack. There was such a surreal beauty there. I felt a wave of love overtake me entirely. Just then she looked up at me and my smile was ten feet wide. And she jumps up and runs up to me and says, "You can help me." And then she proceeds to give me a long story about having a car towed, and needing 12 dollars to get a bus ticket to Fort Collins.

So I gave it to her. She called me an angel. She said I saved her. And it felt good. But then I started feeling like I had been taken advantage of and all of these petty, selfish thoughts brought me back to my old familiar peevish, unconscious state. But I'm not going to stay here. I have a date with God. We're going to dance!