|Winter Solstice Eve: The sun will return|
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 your Christmas tree.
Perhaps a kite of paper and bamboo,
carrying these words and strung with my breath—
one we fly up to the expanse of your
limitless existence, one we hang on
the wall to remind you of air-life-love.
Perhaps a candle with everlasting
wick and wax, to glow beyond gravity
and illuminate the Light burning here.