Is there an image?
powerful enough in its expression
to ever comprehend
or correspond entirely
to the source of this perfection
that becomes each living,
moving, breathing
form of life

An image so succinct
that in one vision
heaven opens out
in skies of mind
perhaps in darkness
deep as any light
that moves and breathes
its way into our being

while in this darkness
moist as mother's womb
we are entombed in incubation
waiting, breathless
for the light to come
to clarify this form
we've come to be

that feeling might become
more than just the sum
of instincts running
deep into the past
Subliminal, the voice
that makes the choice
to follow life
wherever it might lead

Sublime, the love divine that glows
so deep within the brightest light
and within us . . .


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