Light-Hearted

I like the Light on the water. I like the Light on the snow. I like the Light in the hollow. I like the Light through the fog. I like the Light piercing cloudbanks. I like the Light in the glade. I like the Light komorebi in Spring. I like the Light cafuné in late day. I like the Light mångata in Arjuna’s April Auriga. I like the Light yura yura in Winter’s darkness. I like best the Light in her eyes. I like best the Light from her skin. I like best the Light in her walk. I like best the Light in her laugh. You can keep your candle, your Equinox. You can keep your noon-light, your lamp. You can keep your algal fluoresce, your Moon. You can keep your star-glimmer, your wick. I like best the Light, that finds her, that falls to her, that bends from Source, to her, to me. Her Light, I call it. The only Light.