For several days I seem to have been wandering incoherently between the Quran, the Bible and the world. The first has been prominent recently - for all the wrong reasons, arising from those twisted people who use Scripture into an excuse for expressing their inner pain through violence. Rising up as an antidote to this, I receive the arrival of an occasional inner waking dream: that the cosmos is perforated by countless healing golden sparks, unseen by all except the most pure.
(I though it came from something I'd read - but google is silent).