I Am Light, I Am Love, I Am
By Susanne Landgrebe

This morning
the sun slipped across the prairie
like a lover’s hand
across bare skin.

Soft. Unhurried. Sweet.

The grasses leaned toward it.
The wildflowers opened.
And the earth was willing
to receive.

I watched from the porch,
coffee warm on my hands,
heart resting in its
own silence.

And suddenly,
there was no distance
between the light touching the fields
and the light touching me.

For years I chased illumination.
On a high mountaintop.
A zen teacher.
A revelation.
Some golden key that would open
the hidden door.

Instead,
the door disappeared.
The light was already here,
breathing through my lungs,
looking through my eyes,
warming my face
on an ordinary
morning.

The cottonwoods shimmered.
The creek carried fragments of sky.
A breeze moved across the prairie
and I felt it move
through me
as well.

One breath.
One body.
One vast belonging.

The world is endlessly beautiful
when nothing is being grasped.

The curve of a hillside,
lavender blooming,
the laughter of a child,
the warmth of
another hand
in yours.

Light everywhere.
Not separate.
Not divided.
Not inside or outside.
Just this radiant
intimacy
with all things.

The sun touching the earth.
Awareness touching the heart.
Life loving itself through
every form.

And for one timeless moment,
I could not tell
where I ended
and the light
began.

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