It Is Your Step
by Iain Trousdell

Golden self, glory of my soul, 
you are the peace of my being.


Aware and patient in the firmness of your will
amongst all my troubles, 
you shine in the hollow space
which is my flesh, you are
the light of my bones
the rose petals in my blood
and my dear companion of love.


It is your step my body takes, 
your stillness so meek
nothing happens, 
your intelligence that is silent
and your courage falling deeper
into darkness serene, 
where chaos stilled
becomes panoramic views of grace
in the rarified air
around mountain heights.


My friend, your home must be the sun, 
the light of day your essence
and your flesh the quantum fabric of the world.
Yet, as well, 
in this diving suit of my small body
in the depths of matter you visit me
for a lifetime.