Consuming,
is life
A fire that burns
with its own light
a war that bursts
with its own fight
an eye that beams
with its own sight

When time piles up
swim for islands
shadowing shelter
for many would
scry for dinner
in still pools
cornered tight

The oceans'
islands float
like shoals or pods
boats of life
navigating time's pile
for the rising sun
and setting moon

encompassing everything
are the seas of spirit
with its own denizens
inhabiting heavens
that guide with light
and hide in shadows
truth and beauty
by wonder

relevant to its passing
that begs narrative
of ego's passion
for interpreting
seemingly random
into magical thinking
But we are magical beings,
souls with bodies
if you would believe
in hope, life, and love

One present
with its own fight
shadows shelter-
islands floating-
guided by light's
truth and beauty's
wonder