A small point of light, a pin-prick.
It grows into a larger, more
Seeable force, with time
A swimming fountain of light
Pouring from the depths
Of a world filled with silent existence
A place in the seat of humanity
Connected by those pin-pricks of brilliance
Directed by the fancy of an unseen
And fingers that are longer than the imagination.
It’s infinity at its finest
A place where only
A handful of the flesh finds itself
Behold, it’s the simple eye that will see it.
The light is a gift
And the fountain a presence
And you are the stream of One
Getting ever closer to
A truth of your own making
Behold truth carefully
Behold life with joy
A bridge over waters, wild or calm
It’s your choice.
You are the proof of radiance.
You are the attestation of Life.
And behold, Life never ceases to flow.