Light finds the water and the lilies

and wants to touch them,

see if they are real — lilies rising,

 

then, sinking into water at twilight,

mere heartbeats — light rippling

music and love and heart —

 

lily pads floating dream-like

in endless space. Light interrupts

clouds ensnaring light:

 

waterlilies opening petaled mouths

absorbing light, praising light. Brush tips,

barely touching the surface of light:

 

a silence always inside all silences,

the serenity of lilies

oozing on the pond surface.

 

The world narrows into a single moment.

All noise filters out, smooths outwards.

Rain drops one plop onto the surface,

 

rippling and shrinking. We cross

the bridge into the Other World.

The secrets of light

 

crossing the imaginary boundary

through the horizon

where questions no longer exist.

 

Short-lived moments — the urging —

touches the ethereal, the untouchable

surface of silence.

 

This textured moment, past green

mirrored surface, enters layers

and layers, unfolding light’s petals.