Lux

Remember, nothing that you see is real;

What you perceive is light refracting, bending.

When I delete old pictures, I’m making nothing

Of nothing, and evidentially, nothing is ending.

Emptiness, counterintuitively, isn’t nothing.

Emptiness is fertile space, and space is teeming.

Emptiness is pure. Pure is liberation.

Emptiness creates the spark for vulnerary dreaming.

We are not broken, any of us, only contused.

We hold within ourselves the star-born stuff -

The karmic, cosmic kits to craft our joy.

We do not need fixing and we are enough.

We tie ourselves to objects, somehow forgetting

That all things are vibration until observed;

Instead, we should fix to the light and seek our star.

Shine. Pulsate with all the brightness you deserve

Ó Teresa Durran 01/12/18