Cold Light
Diamond-like clarity travels cold
the manifold currents, cracks self-concern,
reveals self-suffering, crumbles
the crooked walls of the darkness
of presumed otherness
This far-reaching indifference of wisdom
vision unfolds an always lurking compassion
only when fused in communal warmth,
only by passage in the movement of breath
Breath, the reach of hearts,
the rhythm of living and dying,
the reach of solitary voices
meeting in the night.
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Looking west to cross-valley slopes,
street lamps blink and disappear in the mist.
Yet even at this waking hour,
except for one or two, the many homes there
remain strangely silent.
The small, framed light
emanating from my own, I realize then,
is a certain signal of life
to even the most casual glance
from the other side.
Amazing, my teacher would say,
even as we go along our own selfish way,
we shine with possibilities
only others will see.
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