The Light 2

The door opened. There was soft light coming from the door. People started to enter one by one. I could tell that everyone was bald. There were black people, white people, yellow people, brown people. Everyone was around the same height. Everyone's body was shapely and attractive. In a sense, everyone was the same.

There was one person who had brown skin. She did not look like a person anymore. She looked like a statue, breathing in and out. Nothing disturbed her. She was deep in meditation, searching only for her deepest self. She had thrown off her desires and fears and was simply meditating about nothing. She tried to convey her pleasure in being to other people. It was hard though. Had she reached the light of her being or was this too an illusion? Was she the light of being which never burned out? Who was she? She wondered?