A tree won’t look within itself for light
nor would a bee look in itself for nectar,
yet in yourself when it’s a starless night,
you’ve looked for light as if with some detector.
No tree would ever find the light it seeks
nor would a bee be able to make honey;
no stems would ever reach out from their seeds,
if they sought in themselves a day that’s sunny.
You looked for light within yourself but found
a darkness as of soil in your soul,
the pitch black darkness of the fertile ground
from where seeds reach to sunlight that’s their goal.
On light within yourself you can’t rely,
like trees that need a light that’s in the sky.
Mario A. Pita