Tripping The Light
Oh, I must say it was fantastic
finally tripping the light,
after six decades fishing in
the silent dark- without either
bait, hook, pole or even damn
fish in the shallow pond.
At first I thought the light must be emanating
from some direction outside of myself,
maybe even from you, whom I had too oft
seen as only possessed of a dim fifteen watt bulb.
Then, it hit me like a thousand watts in the face,
this shimmering light streaming both and in out,
was coming from me! I was the light, the one
that never went out after all these years, the brilliance
now shining. There is nothing left to do, save
this tripping the light fantastic, over and over and over…
As an Ecstatic Poet, my aim is to awaken in you, the part of you that knows the truth of your being, the beauty of your soul.