Look to the light.
It allows us to see
the beautiful construction
of the world as it is.
There is a reason we can’t see
in the blackness of a cave.
We belong among waving trees and rushing streams
where we can climb, swim, and play in the dirt.
Stones are not our enemy, the mountains are our family.
The sky is not only above us but below our feet
as we hurtle along
contemplating the wonders at our fingertips.
Existence funnels through us where and how we live
leaving its mark like a reflection on a bubble
in the rushing surf
of the pulsing sea.
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