The True Light
The True Light eludes me;
it escapes me;
it hides from me;
I cannot find it.
Carefully I char
the embers of morning,
slowly and deliberately
in my patiently
packed chamber
of smoky dreams;
harvested and cured
from far away places.
Gently I tamp with pressures
both subtle and sublime
as if opening a door
to a room undiscovered,
unmapped and unknown.
With deliberate resolve
I strike my match
and hold it while it burns
away the impurities
that are part of life’s necessities
until the flame is pure and free.
The ballerina dances, pliés en cloche,
bowing and rising between the flic-flac
of each inhaled breath:
She embraces the pas de deux
between ballerino and ballerina.
And now with resounding thunderous applause,
The full company
makes its entrance,
magnificently taking the stage.
The smoke rises, the embers glow,
ushering in the full banquet
of life’s most elemental flavors;
the necessities that herald peace and happiness:
The True Light.
(Have you found your True Light?)
The True Light eludes me;
it escapes me;
it hides from me;
I cannot find it.
Carefully I char
the embers of morning,
slowly and deliberately
in my patiently
packed chamber
of smoky dreams;
harvested and cured
from far away places.
Gently I tamp with pressures
both subtle and sublime
as if opening a door
to a room undiscovered,
unmapped and unknown.
With deliberate resolve
I strike my match
and hold it while it burns
away the impurities
that are part of life’s necessities
until the flame is pure and free.
The ballerina dances, pliés en cloche,
bowing and rising between the flic-flac
of each inhaled breath:
She embraces the pas de deux
between ballerino and ballerina.
And now with resounding thunderous applause,
The full company
makes its entrance,
magnificently taking the stage.
The smoke rises, the embers glow,
ushering in the full banquet
of life’s most elemental flavors;
the necessities that herald peace and happiness:
The True Light.
(Have you found your True Light?)
