Light Beckons In.

Echoes of genius, man

land marked in places of the mind and geography.

I have beheld from foreign windows

sat at the foot lights desiring ability, feeling

in an assembled control within a free fall.

 

Creators there to model life in a lyric, note and scene.

Compassion without compromise in nature,

in city, in colour, in other.

You have released these atoms these explorations

I have made them demons and angels.

 

You will let go of me

I will remain suspended in this free fall.

By my own will

Not trapped not waiting, being.

This present is giving a gift each moment.

~ Seventh Lotus