I am more myself than ever,
back up on the horse again.
Seeing the endless possibilities
stretching out
like fields of stars before me.
I can see each individual moment
and where it leads.
My mind is ready
finished preparations,
for its purpose,
its moment.
For every idea possible
is a human light,
waiting for its moment.
To become incandescent
and lend its light;
its pinhole brilliance,
to the sparks in the darkness.
Each light illuminating
a little more of the mystery,
another piece of this crazy puzzle;
this crazy reality
that we’re building.
A home, I hope,
for our souls.
A place where every person’s moment
shines its brightest.
Each realization
becomes radiant
feeding the glow
of a human searchlight.
HG – 1995-2000
