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.