Reaching

Look with awe upon that you cannot imagine;

overwhelmed by the brightness of staring directly into the sun.

You may think that you are focused on the darkening eclipse,

but the luminosity of that which you cannot see is overwhelming.

Dazzling jewels and the shimmer of molten gold,

colours too intensely saturated and brilliant to comprehend;

the actual sight of which would burn you into coal and ash.

Inside the core of yourself, stretch out your mind, 

reaching with intention toward the least part;

what would your fingertips touch, that foot,

which is closest to your illusory goal?

It is in the reaching, not the touching that encompasses the reward;

the desire for the worldly prize that obscures the divine.

Ronda R. Scott-Marak

© 24 September 2019