The Shining Ones

Have you ever seen one of the shining ones?

They’re there and not there,

like cleanest window glass,

that endlessly outpours beyond-born, blaze-bright goldenlight.

I want to be like that,

not here, that is, but there;

or rather, truly neither,

filled instead by the light my here-self merely frames,

the light where all of light comes from;

here and beyond-gone, also

where other or self cannot separate;

Because they are drawn back

to their deep-true oneness,

yet still are, still are unique

as snowflakes,

forms of the same unfolding infolding manifold

but not apart or alone,

any/ever more.