The Gift of Radiance

Before I met her
whom radiance delighted in playing,
a radiance rippling as us two,
I was absorbed in my rights and due,
what I deserve, don’t deserve, and fair play.
I pursued power, pursued my own way,
cherished an image of my lover-to-be,
how she ought to treat and give to me.
So natural, so common, so widespread
did these thoughts and desires seem…
Yet when that radiance one day
delighted alighted upon my way,
writing herself as a poet’s dream,
she revealed my thoughts of rights and due,
what I deserved and didn’t and fair play
had been poor substitutes, impoverishment,
limping beggar-like upon their way…
I pursued power before seeing the gate
of radiance, as a being devoid of love
can’t help but be drawn to the second rate.

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