passing through –

we who are blind welcome darkness the

equalizer -- shuddering in dim hallways

our forms emerge lonely and afraid here

wet with a nighttime's terror bleeding

hard stones unkindled in the Sight of

inner knowing we are sages of

ideas and requisite yearnings hoping we

will be seen for what we're worth

a handful of rich soil in the earth our hearts

glowing with a radical surmise

you on the horizon could beckon to us with

lithe hands and a dancer's poise here

the muscled Sun burning us in sanctified Awareness --