Gifts
I give you silent solitude,
hours of thought
open to the possibilities.
don’t be scared,
is it Pandora’s box?
this golden cauldron
made evident
in you, in me…
Luminous Beings
half full, half empty,
human, Fae, and
something Else,
in-between,
longing transformation,
emptiness into fullness,
nothingness into possibilities,
unknown into wisdom.
I give you a match,
possibility in your hands,
tuck it away,
pick your teeth, or
transform it,
burn your fingers?
where is the candle,
the incense,
the light within?
hidden treasures,
my gift to you
