As I sit here this morning
my bedroom flooded with Star light,
Yes, the glorious sun,
It silences many of my reflections.
Like, what does my soul look like and where
does it live?
Why does my heart quiver so often
seeing remarkable beauty or dark?
Yet, as I sit here in the golden light
I do no longer feel the need to know.
It is enough, more than enough
To just be.
To touch, see, feel with loving
the miracles surrounding me.
Suddenly I see, my soul is me,
the rest is chemistry, physics, biology
and marvellous they are;
As they let my soul traverse
The wonder of Earth and Stars.
© miriam ivarson