Perhaps it does not begin.
Perhaps it is always.
Perhaps it takes
a lifetime
to open our eyes,
to learn to see
what has forever
shimmered in front of us -
the luminous line
of the map
in the dark,
the vigil flame
in the house
of the heart...
Perhaps
our eyes
will finally open
in ancient recognition,
willingly dazzled,
illuminated at last.
Perhaps this day
the light begins
in us.
- "Where the Light Begins" by Jan Richardson
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