Shimmering Presence

To be that
Which knows from where it came,
Knows the reality-hard past whose dust
It now imbues with reflection,
As light beams bathe
Floating detachments free,
Coming to rest on silent seas of peace.

To know laughter learns its way
By hardened experience
Before it might relax into ripples of solitude.

Oh, to accept such a shimmer,
Smile as eight-legged innocence does,
Fold into compliance,
Await and dream
Just as a dust mite's next iteration
Knows existence
Is but a shimmer of presence
In creation's grand continuum.

How sublime the understanding.