Poems from Earth * day sIX

So much light...

there is light everywhere.

All colors, kinds and forms.

Where does the source of the light come, I wonder.

Beyond the dam,

beyond the clouds,

beyond the forces of nature

where does all this light come from?

And is it emanating from inside?

Is it my own creation?

Or is outside of me?

I can still hear my heart beat

and in each breath,

I keep the center and navigate,

while surfing in the street.