Hiding brilliantly in broad daylight
does the magnificent exist among us.
So quickly we stride through our paces
that we overlook the light begging to uplift,
bestowing its magical beauty upon our hearts
as a gift.
Our hearts, so full of pain and longing
there seems little room for even a glint,
Nay, not even a spark do we feel beneath the weight.
Still it exists, it shines, it glows, it grows until
all the world is alight with its fire, and we ask
“Now where did that come from?”
Angry beasts, raging winds, rolling waves and
thunderous cloudbursts-Mother Earth cries out,
“Hear me, see me, feel me, know thyself!”
Her raging, her crying, her pain, is but a reflection
of our own bitter suffering, that tasteless draft
drawn from the deep well of Illusion.
One spark of beauty, when allowed to rest within
a weary breast, to kindle the embers of smoke
and ash, alighting a soul with new flame,
born not of rage, but of Eternal Light and acceptance
will be as the new leaf, turning its face to Father Sun,
owning its light, and understanding its Grace with humility
as it thus begins to grow…
Cheryl KP 2014