The light seems so close…like I can reach for it and hold it securely in my hands…like it can be mine forever.
But this is not possible.
I learn that I only need to keep my focus on the light, and continue moving toward it.
I am patient as I navigate through the forest, amidst all of the beauty, mystery and clutter.
I forge my own path in the cold, damp earth.
I know the light is there…I am comforted by its presence, it’s warmth…its power.
I realize that I don’t need to hold light in my hands. Just in the knowing that it is there…
I am safe.