The distant sun
finding purchase through cracks in the clouds,
Light filtered through earth-bound trees
streaming across the plane
onto my space. Our space.
and stillness so all that is uncertain,
in anguish and turmoil
has now permission to rest, and be quiet.
Not to cry out like the noisy child all the time
incessant as the wind.
Now all is still, a nothingness that is everything.
Then other desires and wants can find verdant voice,
after a long winter of hibernation and subjugation
by the crying, lascivious adolescent.
A desire grows to explore the vast regions of imagination
not held captive by the child’s wanton treachery,
A peaceful meditation, a welcome relief, a restful sleep —
invitation to the true self, a final satisfaction.
Maybe a re-visit from time to time,
lurking near the door of restlessness and
Maybe the occasional forray
into the windy regions of consciousness.
But today, if only for a moment it is
a quiet repose in the light’s blissful shine
warming the soul of gratitude and divine worship.
Light creates spaces in the heart,
a simple acceptance and
re-cognition of what is,
not a judgement of it.