Reflections
The light called . . .
I traveled onward
Up mountains and through valleys,
Seeking forever the light.
Then . . .
Knocked to my knees,
With head hanging down,
I saw that which I had not seen . . .
I had been chasing a reflection in the mirror.
The true light had always been within me.
The light was shining in the darkness,
And the darkness had comprehended it not.
I was not only the seeker
but that which I sought.
- Collections: 1991-2000