many have come before me--

as i have come before many,

and i have seen what needed

seeing.

as they have seen what needed

seeing.

i'm no judge of that which

light hits...what it falls upon

with the courage of morning.

yet some seeing is undeniable--

the way a flower can feel itself

even though it's blinded by the sun.

where it Knows it truly Loves...

and is Loved.