radiance

see this dove
in the sky,
in flight,
wings spread

one impulse
out of the sun,
one radiance
of  a soul

tracking its way
in the wind
all one, perfect
doing and being

me, on the ground,
my fingertips burn
with a longing
to grow wings

o to be as free
without my human
mind which seeds
thought into being,

binds me with
ego and divides
my days and nights
with consciousness

of death and past,
i must grow flowers
inside and rise to
light learning grace