A forest is felt more at night
than seen by day
The saplings of fears grow in the darkness
into tall trees that we climb
to see stars above the canopy.
Through the obsidian blackness,
an occasional beam of light
threads its way between the trunks
to scintillate within our wincing eyes.
Somewhere, the glint of that reflection
is seen by another… then lost.
The torch you carry
does not provide the light
by which you search,
but by which you are found.
If you keep it glowing,
fueled through self awareness,
your light will become the glint in the eyes
Your source and it’s reflection
connect through the narrowest of passages.
Walk through your darkness eyes open
a single ray of gratitude can
rival a constellation of stars.