Shining brilliantly through
grey fog hugging the soaked ground
the light I cannot see is there
in my mind, there in my eyes.
Fading snow cover reveals the field
I have been searching for
the field anchored by one lantern
surrounded by ten-thousand trees.
Pick up the lantern and in the light
turn yourself around, inside out.
The true brilliance of the light
shows who you are, who you can be.
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