Arising out of the blue,
tender tears illuminate the world.
Our being shines in all its splendour,
tasting itself without resistance,
melting within the colour of experience.
I hold your hand gently,
yet the moon obscures the sun,
powers of evil take over,
and I hear the howls of the dark.
Staring into the abyss,
I flip and turn myself to love,
to whom I whisper,
Where’s my guiding light?
Flashes of hope in my heart,
appearing out of thin air,
now I breathe a sigh of relief,
I’m left with bright lights to live.