Staring at the Sun-

Gazing at the Star that burns complete.
Shadow and trace are merely not there, as
the Light becomes.
All Light.
The journey was over before I was born,
but forgotten in each thought's dream
that was filling and unfilling the same vessel.
A cocoon bouyed by the Ocean and released to
the Sky as Wind...
Wind
with wings
that have
Always flown
as
nothing but scattered
Light.