The Light That Finds Us
Those early days of the journey,
when I had just made peace
with lucid dreams,
one night, after I realized
that in my dream
I had passed through a wall,
I rolled onto the branches of a pine tree,
and at the very last moment,
a cool, gentle breeze
held me between earth and sky.
On a quiet yet luminous night,
above scattered hills,
each cradling a small house with its light on,
it lifted me into flight.
A guitar was playing,
and a woman, with a voice like mine
but softer,
was humming a tender song
about a love that never became whole.
That day, as I flew above the unconscious,
I did not know
that the vow we had made
was remembered by the collective soul,
and that to heal its wounds
it would return to our love.
Now I know
that it always washes itself
in the love of lovers,
warms itself with their warm breaths,
and drinks from the light of hope
that springs from their hearts,
and comes alive again—
for peace,
for survival.
Even if we are born
a thousand times more,
it will find you and me again,
and in our unconscious
bind us together once more.
when I had just made peace
with lucid dreams,
one night, after I realized
that in my dream
I had passed through a wall,
I rolled onto the branches of a pine tree,
and at the very last moment,
a cool, gentle breeze
held me between earth and sky.
On a quiet yet luminous night,
above scattered hills,
each cradling a small house with its light on,
it lifted me into flight.
A guitar was playing,
and a woman, with a voice like mine
but softer,
was humming a tender song
about a love that never became whole.
That day, as I flew above the unconscious,
I did not know
that the vow we had made
was remembered by the collective soul,
and that to heal its wounds
it would return to our love.
Now I know
that it always washes itself
in the love of lovers,
warms itself with their warm breaths,
and drinks from the light of hope
that springs from their hearts,
and comes alive again—
for peace,
for survival.
Even if we are born
a thousand times more,
it will find you and me again,
and in our unconscious
bind us together once more.
The Light That Finds Us by From Saint Agnes to Egypt February 8, 2026
