The sun is setting in your eyes
I can see it on your face.
Your head is bowed
And your back low.
The brightness of your
Illumination
Is lost in the darkness of your
Consternation.
Were you not there
When the waters of life poured
From your head
To your soul?
Do you not remember
When the eternal light
Scorched your past
And lit a path?
Feet of clay are expected
Not of heart
Not of spirit
Not from you.
Arise
My spiritual child
Arise!
