i came to the beginning of myself
and there i saw what awakening must be,
the passing of the blankness
which disguised itself as night
where slipped our mind any notion of place
as the submerging of sight knew waters
impossible to identify, not even in dreaming
have we touched the holy bottomless:
it just goes on. there is light there, too.
and when i did see, that what began
and what i did become, these
dawns from then to now, these
turns of that silver wheel behind
the curtain of that darkness which
we mistook for the unknown we feared,
the night vision we knew not we had,
when we come to the beginning of us—
the entirety was just this quiet prayer,
my mother that cast a hope in me,
where we may all begin, i think—
because, this i see of it: in night, in day,
we all of us can begin again, to be
as we have always wanted to become,
to start as if the whole world, the
whole wide world woke up, just now,
at the dawn of we, the dawn of me:
the love we never knew we always had.