There is a soft glow to the world tonight,
and the dark, dim lit streets, beseiged with rain
these past three weeks, shimmer silver and bright
while the clouds are wispy and on the wane.
For a brief moment, between summer storms
the sky is clear, and from its hiding place
where it has grown big and full, the moon comes
into view, the features of its round face
sharp and defined, like an epiphany
that fills the dull world with recognition.
Enlightened souls are like that moon’s full state:
While others absorb light, separately,
they, by their actions and disposition,
like mirrors, reflect and illuminate.
13 JUL 2003
