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.
© Copyright 2016 Ralphie A Burcke. All rights reserved.
Book / Humor
Poem / Fantasy
Poem / Religion and Spirituality
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