On Stayng The Course

Yesterday I was looking at my arms as though for the first time.  As though through new eyes, as it were.  These viewing gizmos - intricately designed - that we English speakers call eyes.  And at these extremely movable appendages that we call arms.  And then down at their terminii in what we call hands.  These graspers, which are so - flexible.  Which can build things.  Build-ings.  Cathedrals, even.

But we 'humans,' in these meat suits, can't create a flower.  Or a sun.

Yet.


Stay the course.

Steady as she goes.

With - perhaps - memories, however dim,  of having been - of inhabiting - a ball, an orb, of Light.

And all that Light

just

is.