The shock of glossy holly leaves alight
Rivals the enrapturement by art
Like Magdalen does when floodlit in the dark
Such beauty has its power and its might
Lack of expectation opens eyes
Too used to seeing what is always seen
So into open channels flow light’s streams
Shaking our assumptions and our lies.
Life can be restricted but intense;
Abandoning all hope is one way out.
While being circumspect with mistress doubt
We may find uncommon self by sense
Looking out I see the entire world
While in a shell a tiny snail is curled
How my heart sings 