Seeing the reflection,
Of I in transition,
Why does this change,
In all directions?

Yet, satisfied I go about,
Thinking I know the bulk,
Enamoured, detest, love and hate,
True nature this must be it,

I never could see,
Not without light,
Truth of I,
Now brings me great fright,

That which was dim,
Shone brighter than bright,
Like dust in the ray,
Danced in plain sight,

Now I still see,
Both day and night,
Only thing different,
The knowledge of light.

Cover image by Kaci Kellman on Unsplash