Post College Works: LIGHT

June 1998

LIGHT


Warm.  The light.
Gentle.  The breeze.
Calm.  The mind.
Light.  The heart.

I am empty and yet,
my heart is brimming out.
It is all bright
as the light rains onto me.

The wind is gentle;
the dandelion sways to and fro.
The earth is heavy with bounty
and yet light enough to play.

Drifting slowly...
I am in a trance.
Feeling through my senses...
Aimless, but one with the self.

Burdened it is not.
Slow it is not.
Alive it is indeed.
Moving, living, and feeling in the light