The Cave

I can’t believe
it has taken
three-score-and-ten
years to
find
the entrance
to the Cave
that contains
The Treasure.

I suppose it’s
the darkness,
but lately
a Light
has been
glimmering.

It’s the pure Light
of Being, of
I Am,
which turns out
to Be
the only Light
I need.

It has shone
forever,
and can never
be extinguished.

From what I
can now see,
the Cave
is filled with
everything I’ve
avoided, resisted, denied;
put off to vague
and lazy
tomorrows
I hoped would
never come.

I am beginning
to believe that
if I shine the
Light of Being
on the contents of
the Cave,

if I pull them
out into
the gleam of
Love,
for Being
exactly what
they are,

I may discover
they are
the stuff of
Art.

(Photo by Bruno Van der Kraan; UnSplash)