you had become used to it,
the exiled stateit kept you in the company of
your countrymen
it kept you contained and
secure within shared valuesbut one bright moment
was all it took
and you were exiled from exileyou landed in that longed-for
Light-land
home
alone and all-Oneand the shock of shining recognition
cracked open the voice you never knew
was your ownthe voice that calls itself
“heart whisperer”
– miriam louisa
Image: Morris Graves, Bird seeing the Light
this unlit light 