Spring Water

Credit: Tofig Rashidov (distributed via imaggeo.egu.eu)

I have a feeling my heart might break open
And waves of white light pour through
Spacious and empty
The light of life
Breaking the crust of habit
And conditions
The constellations of control
And capture
The pure light of promise
Making me newborn
and ready
Innocent once again
Of sin and guilt
Clean and invisible
Translucent
Almost no one
Liberated and free
Of history
A thousand tomorrows’
Potentials
Hidden in
The glint in my eye
The crook of my smile
Hinting at infinity.

I have a novel too - A Vagrant At The House Of Love.

© John Horan 2020