Monday, June 05, 2006

The Golden Light

Sitting still
The shivering starts
Immortals sing
A quiet heart

A breath drawn in
Moves down to Earth
Reeling in the essence
Flows backwards up to Heaven

Heat from the sun
Melts flying snow
Rising steam from bubbling water
Keeps one from the cold

The square inch lights up
Banish the darkness
Forms and emptiness vanish
Only bright clouds remain

White lights
Reds and blues
Purple shades
The Golden Light

Outside, the birds started chirping
With sweat dripping
It was really nothing,
Just a midsummer night’s dream, again.

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