The spirit plays with us,
the way sunlight slips in and out of
the leaves of the trees,
sliding out of sight,
flaring into sun stars and blooming
from the branches of the trees.
The light crackles and flashes within me
like a loose wire sprouting sparks,
fireworks of connecting neurons,
exploding like a thousand stars,
becoming rainbows
in every puddle,
and in your eyes.
We splatter light, like paint,
on the canvas of the sky,
filling fields
with light as golden
as the prairie.
The light is not the light
we think we know,
only seen in the dark
of our lost name,
and our vanishing robes.
It can only be felt
in our tears and our laughter
and our silent voices
crying out in the dark
without making
a single sound,
piercing the invisible shield
between heaven and earth.
Love has infinite faces,
and mercifully
makes us forget
which one used
to be ours.
Only the Beloved fills the sky
of our vision
and lingers in our hearts
and souls and minds,
Only love….only love…only love
Naomi
Painting by Rassouli
‘Soul Migration’











