A shadow thrown, an echo caught,

reverberations on the sole

of a foot that lingers naught

and measures movement to and fro.

A glimpse of patterns in the grass

assumes a weight upon the ground.

Effects so hidden in the past,

under fears, now abound.

An image makes its way through space,

reflections now for all to see.

A mirror catches just a trace.

There IS a me! There is a ME!

And behold, a light and lightness began to show itself again;

not because it was hiding, but rather, because it was buried:

buried beneath the fears of childhood and the angers of adolescence.

And the light peeked out and recognized that everything was ok;

that everything had ALWAYS been ok.

And what a wondrous moment that was!

It was like waking from a deep dream, a hibernation of sorts.

And the light experienced the greatest expansion it had ever known.

And the awareness of its physical being filled the light with awe!

How had it not noticed this beautiful physical beingness before;

a physicalness that surrounded it, gave it life in a way it had never known,

would never have known, without the interweaving of its own light

and this wondrous body?

What had made this possible? What nature of our existence,

what driving force of our beingness, must there be for this to have occurred?

The light searched and searched for a word to describe this nature,

this driving force that could and would create such a beautiful beingness,

human beingness.

And after searching, the light could come up with only one word,

one very small word, that implied SO much,

one word that seemed to be able to embrace all that is, all that was

and all that will be:

and it is LOVE!