The Light

You were seven or eight then entranced
By the sunlight filtered through the
Thick mass of the tree’s green leaves

The light focused your complete attention
You were enraptured and enfolded
The subtle changing foliage true home

Years passed and the light announced
Itself occasionally between a lover’s
Thighs erect breasts welcoming smile

The light shone without filter one
November night embedded in earth
Witnessing the origins of heaven and hell

The light is the true nature of everything
It is you, this, that, all we think as other
Saving grace in our daily ritual of being

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