The Light In My Hands

Out of the dark I can hold
The moon with one hand
Whilst the other touches the sun
My hands reach polar regions

Inside my chest my heart beats
To the pulsating music of the cosmos
Tides come and go and potential
Let's me remember my bonafide Self

Like a glass vase, I sit on the table
Capable of showcasing a bouquet or marbles
Open hearted and clear moving

Within the light of my dark self
Whispers loudly that whatever I encounter
The truth is I am a part of the Universe
I confidently have the light in my hands

©zari 2018
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