While the moon
Still pulses in the snow at dawn
I see the Brilliant One
Hurrying across the ridge
Igniting trees like tapers one by one.
There are scriptures that say
The Teacher has become this very universe.
Standing in the path of the Radiant One like this
Who can say otherwise?
The ground I stand on
The air I breathe
All flow from the fire pit
Where the love of the Compassionate One blazes.
Whether in the mosque of time
or sanctuary of unfathomable space
There’s no room in this mansion
She has not blessed us in.