Everything has been given and received.
If air-life-love is too enormous to see,
I will carve out a little piece of it
to wrap and place under the Christmas tree.
I will shape an artifact of the Light
as precious and pure as a saint’s relics.
Like—a kite made of paper and bamboo,
covered with these words and strung with my breath
one we fly up to the expanse of your
limitless existence, that we hang on
the wall to remind you of air-life-love
Or like—a candle whose wick is ever-
lasting to spread Light beyond gravityand show that the reality is there.
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night ~ Week 125.