Pegasus

The window to the universe is flung open.
Light bursts into the room.
Bright light.  Intense, friendly light.
Clouds of familiarity vanish
beyond the curvature of the cosmos.

I have ridden Pegasus from first consciousness.
The great wings empowered and protected.
We soared.  But now I have learned to fly.
I have no wings, only imagination.
I create as I am created.

Sagittarius draws his great bow and
sends a shaft through the heart of my
need to understand or possess.  Red droplets of
life fall to the ground and everywhere
they touch the earth, a song breaks
through, a song whose lyric is audible
only to infant spirits in an infinite sensibility.

Today celestial wind sweeps through the
cosmic window of my soul, and I am unburdened,
weightless to wander, neither pursuing nor 
pursued.  I am unencumbered.  Nothing was
and nothing will be any more.

I Am is now all is.