enough . . .

enough

the light dust sprinkled

upon the fabric of the midnight  sky

twinkling

beckoning

our reckoning

with soul

the ancients

who have transcended this dimension

in a time before us

look down with a knowing

of what lies before us

and i ask to be infused

with understanding

as to why man meddles

always

with his peace

is not love enough

i ask my self

is not the embrace of life enough

is not the wonder of breath enough

and i stop and listen

to the wisdom of my heart

beating it’s steady rhythms

keeping pace

with the pulse of Mother

is not that enough

i look again to the stars

and they too are embraced

by all that is dark

yet still they shine

with that same knowing

as they hold their places

in space

until the Sun comes

and in this moment

of my translucence

it all becomes clear

life it’s self

is enough

© 26 May 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.