One day you wake as a ray of sunlight,
a blessed beam of divine thought.
In the dark, adrift your great unknown,
you touch a toe upon the ground.
A flower blooms, pink as smiling cheeks;
a strand of grass curves like happy eyes.
Delighted, you throw your arms into the air and run
up mountains, through valleys,
into splitting nuclei.
Every cell becomes your voice,
every voice becomes your thought,
and every thought is an action taken:
a breeze that blows, a rain that falls,
a wave that springs from a horizon,
a grain of sand that’s carried off.
Your shadow drifts along a shore,
the underside of your great form.
It’s the space you leave within yourself
to learn yourself,
as you rise and set at once.
You stalk yourself and devour yourself.
You charm yourself and love yourself.
And like this, the world turns
and the stars burn
and the prayers come alive.
Until one night,
you flicker with the spark of your last thought;
the darkness grows, eats its own tail, and all is gone.
Then
One day you wake as a ray of sunlight…