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Tree of Light

                                                                  

As though I'm in the throes of holy transubstantiation,

God's psyche becomes the pine-needled path

My feet navigate through a woods,

Embracing my eyes, with resplendent epiphanies,

Seizing my mind, in lasting rapture.

Now, as I walk out of the glade's sun-struck shadows,

The path that guided my spirit releases me.

Daytime bathes my naked soul.

I am a tree of light.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                               

 

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