Why wouldn’t anyone
relax and float in the river of light
that is our home? Release
our hold on the molecules of our
appearance and allow
the pervading radiance to shine?
Can we hold our
precious features more dear
than the light will hold us?
More than our loving will anoint us?
Will we argue our case more
eloquently than the
light will speak it in translation?
Or entrust to our own bitter clinging
the desperate dream
that is already awake and
singing the song that is before
all darkness and all time?