There is a light in my little brain
A secret depth in my special soul
That does not measure but experiences
An inner realm of shinning immortality
It sees in nature the oneness of the worlds
And in unity, finds a boundless grace
Stars vast with gratitude’s taste
And eyes with vision for a greater inclusive love
There are deeds I’ve done from
My spirit’s blank humility, where I
To myself no longer do exist
And I become a meditation of the lonely years
Filled with giving, silence and purity
There I am somebody else, or another stage
I exist there not to profit, or to please
Or to procreate but to admire and cherish
To empathize and serve a cause I can believe in
To fulfill the universe in my own rhapsody
And to calculate my seeking in pure poetry.