LightWorks

Sitting at a Table
with Banana Bread and Coffee,
in The Dining Room
of a Hawaiian
Hotel d’Paradise,

I Imagine
a Cloud of Light
that Covers
and Inhabits
All That Is.

(I will Concede
the Ease of That
in This Place.)

If All That Is
is Made of
The Light of Love,

I have
Nothing to Hide from,
Nothing to Fear,
and
Everything to Embrace.

Knowing That

The Apparitions
that Appear
to Be
Dark and Dangerous

Don’t Have a Chance,

and Will At Last
Surrender

To This Cloud
of Light
That Is Drowning
My Table
In The Dining Room
of Hotel d’Paradise.

(Photo by Volcano Inn)