The Luminous

It is too easy to

Lose sight of the

Transcendent

When tangled in

This world, this

World of things

And rules and

Flight and travel.

Bombarded with

Message of lack

Amongst abundance.

Is is too easy to

Get caught up in

The struggle that is

Not real, the

Writhing to achieve,

To become a

Big deal,

To feel the heat

Of the fiery pit

When that door opens.

A reminder of the

Luminous that

Settle quietly in

The creases and

Crevices, waiting to,

Again,

Be heard.