All of being
Dark to light
Illumined texture
Shadowed depth
Through synthesis, form
So am I expressed
Unconfined
By black or white
No, I: all the subtle tones
Of possibility
Illumined texture
Shadowed depth
Through synthesis, form
So am I expressed
Unconfined
By black or white
No, I: all the subtle tones
Of possibility
The last act
Of a once reticent sun
This vibrant glimmer
This display of possibility
For all I have
For all that’s yet to come
For all the possibility
Which I can not yet see
And most of all
For the love I give
And am given freely
The love pervading all
On this and every day
The grace we share through love
Call it a canyon
Or call it a rut
A pretty enough rut, you say
Perhaps… but still a rut
So I scamper out
Leaving a trail
Of dusty memory
Seeking the open vista above
The expanse of the big sky
A land of possibility
Beyond horizons
Uncharted
Possibility
Gleams
Formidable
Majestic
A divine grace
Nonetheless
Ultimately
Terrifying
Initiate
Expectant
With trepidation
But driven
By curiosity
And possibility
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