#34

PAST LIGHT

An ancient gnarled oak

thrusts it's roots deep into earth while

limbs conspire and contort reaching toward the sun.

An ancient elderly soul
ponders the possibility of enlightenment,
stretching toward the divine light  
of loving grace.

Speeding past planets, stars and moons ,

  spiraling faster
than the speed of light until
we are beyond light and
racing into the dark, unknown.

Flying into nothingness
we die back  into the source of everything.