When you asked,
How can I face
such a dark world?
the answer was all around you.
The wands of pine
in a soft breeze answered,
bell-throated blackbirds
ringing over the wetland
answered, stars
floating on a still pond
answered, dancing milkweed
like snow and pearl-eyed
mushrooms seeing
through a midnight forest
answered: This world
is not the seat of sorrow.
This world is sunlight
playing in a mist
that rises over the fountain
of beauty.
The seat of sorrow is your heart
aching, thirsting
for its own light.
Yet the healing is easy.
Turn your gaze around
and see into your source.
You are the fountain of beauty,
you are the misty play of light.
Listen to a raindrop fall,
how it finds its way home,
as fallen things do,
to the hidden spring under
pungent green moss
where it was born.
Even the raindrop answers,
Yes.
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