The Light - A Poem

Bright golden sun rising

This came to me in meditation the other day.


Transformation happens in the light of awareness.

You are that light.

Shining, eternal, infinite. Light.

Losing sight of yourself in your creative process

You forget.

It seems that to transform is impossible.

Clouding yourself with yourself.

Till you remember,

And remember.

And light is seen as who you are.

Shining, eternal, infinite awareness.

The light.

Transformation inevitable.

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