On the Waters of Light

On the waters of Light

my life is painted.

With ages and with places,

with seasons and silences.

With dark groves,

darkness and passing.

With singing clearings

in which the breeze, gently swaying

the blade of grass

endures beyond the shores of time.

From them emerge

the horizons from the depths

Of the Waters

Of Light

In which

You

Are

I write on Light

the ages of becoming

in You.

For what is

this fleeting life

if not a painting

on the waters of Your Light?

A swift writing

on depths of skies

In which

You

Are!

Maria Tudor

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