My Sacred Cave Poem by Suzanne Hayasaki

I sit alone in a cave of my own making
Eyes wide open to reality
Which is not dark but filled with sparks
Like infinitesimally tiny fairies
Congregating in my sacred space.

They dance.
They gather.
They form patterns.
They take on shape.

A familiar image floats before me
Mirroring me, embracing me,
And yet freeing me
To leave my physicality
And commune with the universe.

There safe from the race of time
Freed from the weight of being
I see.
I am at peace.
All is whole.

But this state cannot last.
My completeness shatters.
I am left alone once again
In the light of my imperfections.