Light Beyond

In lines of light that come

From behind the inside-behind of the sun,

Whorls of vibrating patterns

Call this space ‘life’,

Eating from algae growing

On the ocean floor, and finding

Solitary (but not lonesome)

Comfort in the slow flap

Of a butterfly’s wings,

Pushing the rules of physics

To support her flight.

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This light from beyond is

Also referred to, on this planet,

As ‘unknown’, a mystery only

To some, who allow the wisdom

Of ignorance trump that of

Misinformation.

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Mysterious, yet deeply familiar —

As the breathing, beating, and pulsing heart,

As leaves that fall in the freeze.

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What is it that we call ‘snow’?

And why does it tickle so?

What are ‘flowers’ and why do they

Make me smile?

Leave this question that the mind ponders.

Be tickled. Smile.

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Know, by the heart, that

This illusion of pleasure and pain,

Is all light.

Discern the layers of love

That support your rise,

Like the bird in flight, yes,

And let go of all that

No longer serves you,

If you so choose.

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Above all…

Love.