further light

Sun-drenched
silver shimmering,
night-nourished
moonlit gleaming
light penetrates my soul,
levitates my being

I have always known
that love is all and all is one
all goddesses, all gods
I have always known from
the eternal I that perpetually exists
all religion, all clans and creeds
are false- we are constructed of
love built upon love.

You have always known,
search your heart-
we have always known too,
for you are I and I am you.

Sun-drenched
silver shimmering,
night-nourished
moonlit gleaming
light penetrates your soul,
levitates your being

what we become

You recall the vine's infantile form,
fresh and newfangled,
tendrils unfolding along the virgin fence,
running the span with fluency,
capsules flush and full with new life-
frantic and aflame with fortuity-
to conceive and flower in fruition
a vernal dance of kith and kin.
You recognize same vine in dotage,
brown and bedraggled,
persisting upon the fenceline,
pods emptied of seed long ago
feeble and friable-
in wait for winter frost to set them free-
to tumble on the frozen soil
and putrefy in their dissolution.
But old vines will not crumble,
tension fastened in stiff tendrils-
they tarry as fossils,
as admonitions to future's sprouts:
this is your finality.