There is light inside of every thing.
If I were a transparency,
a vapor, a mist, a pane of glass,
it would travel from its universal source
straight through me
and shine upon you.
You would feel its warmth.
The shine of the sun blazing, burning, glowing yellow
has journeyed all this way
travelling upon, yet contained within
space enormous and thick.
Travels a wide open course
until it is intercepted by the manifest world-
caught in the web of living things:
The filter of the branches of the Redwoods,
catches the light in its airy ...