I see the Light and reach out.
My wanting forming the clouds.
How to escape desire?
That splinter in my soul...
is wood, from a tree, life-giving.
It's growing, sap flowing,
roots forming, budding leaves,
that soak up the Light:
breathing particles, expanding waves...
meet other trees, celebrating life,
transforming darkness into Light.
Joyous Being, spinning, seeing.