I Understand This Light to Be My Home

In the awareness, I am brought closer

to my being from long before.

                                               In my

awareness, there is only what I can take

from the small spaces of

knowing, an earnest ascendance imparted

by way of transmissions from the grid,

                                               a voice calls

out unbroken below and above as the aura

of faraway light.

 

There is a light that

shimmers so deep it never goes anywhere

but to shimmer.

Light assumes its job is to shimmer,

                                             and so it is,

but more than that, light is ancestral.

Light is witness. Light is prehistory,

blueprint of vibrations shifting through

all directions of time.

Light as hidden winter that leads to

shadow as the growth.

                                             Light as first

language of source. Light as both terrestrial

and celestial. Light of long nights far up

in the sky, I stare to the heavens and

                                             weep for

the stars whose light I have always known

and understood to be my rooting.

 

I once shared a life with the name of

this light as I know it in the stars who

                                             gave me

my body. As I know it in the frequencies

of my footsteps,

as I hear it in the code of a landscape

imprinted on my fingers,

                                             as I spirit

my eyes open from the inside,

as I know and understand this light

                                             to be kin.

 

Consider then the pain of leaving

this light, of losing the stars to spaces

no longer lit by its truth.

                                               I am shaped

in the spaces where the light does

not reach, a need for what does not

shimmer

but opening to the shadow to receive

just as much light.

                                               I miss this

                                               light always.

 

                                     Then more light.

Ever more light. Deficit of light to bring

more light.

Template of light to bring more love.

That is my one true wish, as I know

                                               and

                                    understand

this light to be my home, as a knowing

up there in the galaxy is me,

and I am up there

in my bones built from stars.