The light of being
Here man’s convenient comfort zone
Shreds the wings of flights unknown
And there perched on a cliff edge a bird lifts off
On its first ever flight from the nest that was home.
Here we fight, we bicker, we hang on
To all that is material but rather immaterial
And there in the wild million species of fauna grow
In the same shared lap of a generous Mother Earth
So thank you Lord for the exalted stature
Of being a part of your human creation
But journey me now into another realm
And transmit my light into a ‘lesser’ form.
A butterfly, a bird, a firefly perhaps
That will soar the skies if just for one breath
Before it drops to ecstatic death.
Or a flower that will bloom to its fullest extent
Spreading its fragrance for just a stint
Without care of losing its immortal scent.