Even the smallest thing has its own special glow —
why speak of enlightenment when everything shines?
Light flowing into light, into more and more light still,
each one of our senses is a portal — open, open at will!
Every day is a festival of ten thousand changing things,
at night we float by thought through translucent scenes.
I can be a small boat cast far adrift on a shoreless sea,
or mount a white steed of clouds and gallop the skies
of eternity — my play is my work, my work my play,
the secret, my Friends, is a heart that roams free.
Stay wild like the breeze that lingers nowhere,
that caresses the world and then disappears!