Before my dark ink stains
The page is lined white light
Full of emptiness
Quiet, content in its expansive is-ness
Not knowing its only reason for being
Is to hide beneath my thoughts
To become the obscured pristine depths
Beneath my wordy islands

I myself
Am just such
Ego and personality scribbled
Over pure bright light
Beneath my me-ness
Lies the Imago Dei
Light and love
Glimpsed, on occasion, 
Under the endless words
That I call me.