"Make of yourself a light,"
said the Buddha,
before he died.
I think of it every morning
as the east begins
to tear off its many clouds
of darkness, to send up the first
signal --- a white fan
streaked with pink and violet
even green.
....
Even before the sun itself
hangs, disattached, in the blue air,
I am touched everywhere
by its ocean of yellow waves.
....
And then I feel the sun itself
as it blazes over the hills,
like a million flowers on fire ----
....
- Mary Oliver
