Convergence: Reflection on the Floor

Steeped in
The deepest sorrow,
And mind-pummeling anguish,
As far from the sun
As I could imagine;

But then, unexpectedly,
As I looked down
Through my despondency
At the blond laminate flooring,
Where a beam of light crossed
The smooth bland surface,

A ray of joy leapt up
Into my heart,
As I saw
How the beauty
Of the thin outer layer
Of maple wood
Was highlighted by the light.

The anguish
Had not departed,
Oh no, but
I now saw its transparency,
Along with that of
The light
And the joy;

I could see
All of these
Simultaneously,
From inside and outside:
The form in the emptiness
And the emptiness in the form
Revealed.