Friday, June 24, 2016



Ella glimpsed the 
neighbor's light
across backyard fences
in her evenings..
A small back porch light
shining and welcoming 
to her bedtime eye..
A comfort she said
living alone as she did
after Dad's departure..
A small light
for her and for us
one of many lights 
we cross in our lives
directing our attention
to a luminous Awareness:
what she Is
what we Are...

(My mother, Ella, passed 
away in 2000...)

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