Looking at your life as through a prism
you behold facets of being inhabited daily
You see each aspect and every point of view
by which you reflect the light of being
As the tenant of life in your place and point,
you distinguish the glow of glory, distinctly
None other is like unto that uniqueness
given to you and you alone
In the grand scheme of things, the speck of
dusty life you are, seems so fleeting, so futile
Yet the passing fragment of your singularity
serves as the very inhalant of intimate ultimacy
In the calm quiet of dawn's arising, as in the dark
turn of night's quaking, you and not-you is not two
