Beauty is this moment –
the sunlight rippling forever forward
iridescent in its origins
cascading from the sun at the center of our galaxy
across deep time to meet me here
through the nexus of my perception
absorbed by my thirsty skin
and reflected through my ever-awakening eyes.
This moment is suspended through the mind
and marked by this breath infusing and releasing
into love as the source of all things;
the interconnected tapestry of creation.
My wings are unfurling once again
as the hawks return to this land and circle above
mirroring the cycles of this love to catch the wind and
spiral upwards to new heights.
This moment unforgettable in its perfect transience.
What is the process of enlightenment if it is not this?
The process of shining light on all things
inward and outward in equal direction
so that even the darkest caverns
become illuminated as contours of the whole.