To the power of ten.

I was driving down a very curvaceous road at about midnight as the rain was lightly falling onto the windshield of my car. The darkness surrounded me and swept me away into an abyss of magic as the leaves fell into a whirlwind onto the wet paved road. I couldn't help but to smile at the sight of this. It was so amazingly beautiful I just breathed in slightly and kept driving happily. The rain continued to fall down from the sky onto the earth at that particular position and in that particular place. Happiness and silhouettes revolved around the night sky and I felt so blessed to be observing this. The leaves were the most amazing thing to me in all of this which was going on. The tress swayed in the breeze and the branches shook just enough to allow the leaves to be set free and evolve into a completely different aspect. They weren't part of the tree anymore, they were their own being, their own matter. The tree set them free to be on their own so they could be something new and exotic, and this, they did. The setting of all this is a small town out in the country but with very large ritzy neighborhoods. There are no street lights. The only form of light came from the inside of the homes in the surrounding. Many of the sparkling Christmas trees in the windows lit up the atmosphere and held the weather with arms open wide, which was beginning to become slightly frightening, as the thunder rumbled and the rain came down more heavily upon the ground. Thinking positively about this situation, I decided to use all this to my advantage. To the power of ten, I will use this as a role model in being able to think about my true feelings about where I stand with myself and with others. In moderation, I can use the magic of nature to open my eyes. Sometimes, there can't be sunshine without the rain first. I see rain as a symbol of cleansing. There were a few black birds flying in and out of the rain. I don't have the slightest clue as to what they were doing, but I can only imagine that they were being cleansed too. The reason birds can fly and we cannot is simply because they have faith, for to have faith is to have wings. I have so much faith, so does that mean I can fly as well? Why can't I open my wings and fly into the night sky and forget everything on the surface. I want to get so close to the moon, that I can literally feel it's glow. I want to get so close to the sun, that my hatred melts away into the universe. I want to get so close to the stars, that I can't even see earth anymore. 

By the power of truth, I while living, have conquered the universe.