I yearn.
I yearn like the tree in the forest
That longs for the light shimmering above.
I yearn like the parched plant in the desert
Thirsting for hints of moisture in the ground beneath my feet.
I yearn to grow and unfold
Into a vessel, a conduit
Of the divine.
So I, too, may transmit the illumination
And become an
Instrument of the light.
