I am looking for the beauty in your life,
that clear radiance that St. Francis and the Buddha
could find in anything, anyone.
I know it is there, hidden
in the jungle of possessions
your darkness has cultivated around itself.
It’s waiting for you to take something,
anything, into your heart foolishly,
without thought of gain or safety.
Then that beauty I am looking for will flash out,
startling you like a brilliant moth shaken
from an old sweater:
fluttering, shimmering, circling
as though your life were a candle.
It only wants to show you
that gift which is for all of us,
which is possessed by none of us,
which always and everywhere opens itself to us
in the joyous life,
the fertile earth,
the loving stars.