What If You Let the World Shape You?

What if you let the world shape you?

What if you let the light land on you?

Let the wind move you?

With all due respect,

the Buddha said “make of yourself a light,”

but I say, make of yourself an altar,

let the light land on you

enter you

and shine from there.

What if each moment, each sunlight strike

became a candle, a beacon, a signal

that you were ready,

more than ready,

you were lit, on fire, burning

with desire?

What if you let the world shape you,

take you into her arms,

dance with you,

sing with you,

cry with you

laugh with you

hurt with you?

What if every stone inside you

were worn to sand

by the force of water,

of tears,

of every last resistance?

Today, the light of autumn

is like glass,

bright, molded by fire,

translucent, apparent,

solid, yet see through.

Like you.

What if you let the world shape you?

What would you do?