|In the gloaming on Sunset Beach, Anacortes, WA.|
Walking in the gloaming garden,Across the top of the page I wrote
my skin gliding through the silken quiet,
orange, mauve light surrounding every being,
this body both vessel of the journey and the stillness,
this body my home, container and confinement.
Glass walls surround my vision.
I am like a lightning bug spinning in a jar.
It is sunset soon.
Soon the lid will be undone,
the confinement shattered.
The glass will fall and
the light that is me will fly
into the dark.
I can only burn so much ecstasy
without becoming hollowed out by the flame.
Creator, make me a clear and resonant instrument for your songs.
Reader, may you discover the light that is within you and may you find freedom in that light.
(c) Copyright Richard Sievers, August 2015