Poetry

[Confused]

when the light shines from within we truly become beautiful to others

When the light shines from within,
the music of the spheres together sing something,
telling us that consciousness is the rainbow of creation.
The rainbow that fills our eyes with wonder,
as we attempt to grasp the mysterious intelligent infinity that we ponder.
The twinkle in the eyes of each other,
tell us that we already know the answer.
It is the question that we do not remember.
The question that will allow us to decipher,
the answer that stares back at us from the mirror.
The key has always been there,
and it fits a particular lock.
But as we view the path ahead,
we find a hall of infinite locks.
How do we know the lock of which we hold the precise key at hand?
We seek among infinite sands, for that one particular unit of sand.
When we turn the gaze within,
the shuttle between the ONE and us opens therein.
So have said the great sages,
to their disciples through the ages.
Meanwhile, unfolds eternally, the cycle's infinite pages.

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Today is my 59th birthday!

Happy birthday, Ruth! The poem was a gift from my side to you