The distant sun

finding purchase through cracks in the clouds,

Light filtered through earth-bound trees

streaming across the plane

onto my space. Our space.

  
This distant, constant, sun gives peace

and stillness so all that is uncertain,

in anguish and turmoil

has now permission to rest, and be quiet.

Not to cry out like the noisy child all the time

incessant as the wind.

Now all is still, a nothingness that is everything.

Then other desires and wants can find verdant voice,

after a long winter of hibernation and subjugation

by the crying, lascivious adolescent.

A desire grows to explore the vast regions of imagination

not held captive by the child’s wanton treachery,

A peaceful meditation, a welcome relief, a restful sleep —

invitation to the true self, a final satisfaction.

Maybe a re-visit from time to time,

lurking near the door of restlessness and

lustful distraction;

Maybe the occasional forray 

into the windy regions of consciousness.

But today, if only for a moment it is

a quiet repose in the light’s blissful shine

warming the soul of gratitude and divine worship.

Light creates spaces in the heart,

a simple acceptance and

re-cognition of what is,

not a judgement of it.