In the trees, no; in the sky.
The veins are hiding it.
The light shining like the eyes of God.
It’s there all the time, do you never see it?
No, but I feel it.
Washing in my bloodstream, collecting like wax.
Divine.
Sublime.
Yet I see it now, the great orb above.
We came from it, that far off place.
Its essence coats our skin like angel dust.
A pleasant peppering, are you sure it’s those shores we stole from?
Can you not tell, does the rock in your pocket not breathe like that mountain?
Torn from the mass, yet special in it’s size.
It’s like a pebble in my mind.
Like an egg, beautiful and full of life.
It shines too, like gold.
That is the light, that is what we are.
Then why is it sometimes dark?
Dark you say?
Yes, black sometimes like oil.
That would be your own fears, covering what needs to be free.
Then let it be.
Yes, let it will be.

When I listen to the trees
I can feel the sea
And touch the sky
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Clouds on my fingertips!
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Yes … I made my into a Haiku
https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2021/12/24/embracing-a-haiku/
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Wonderful, i tip my hat to haiku scribers…and this one is great
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Thank you Mark .. a Haiku are a relatively new format for me- 3 years – but they seem to my style of writing
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