Sometimes
The light I seek
Is not to be found
Emanating from the elegant spire
Tradition expects
But from a plain, squat block
On a blackened beach
The light I seek
Is not to be found
Emanating from the elegant spire
Tradition expects
But from a plain, squat block
On a blackened beach
No matter
It is still the light
And the unexpected source
Offers additional insight
I open my heart and mind
To the abundance
Of possibility