Glow

No matter where
you look,
all you will ever see
is the glow from
your own chest.
Is it covered with
the stain of yesterday,
the dust of
tomorrow?
Polish the window
of the heart, dear friend.
Pour out the light
of your true nature.
The rose does not go
looking for a famished
honeybee to feed.
She simply rests
in her center.
Her fragrance
accomplishes everything.

 

Photo by my dear friend, Kristy Thompson