The body, subject to the mind,
reaches for more, grabbing at an illusion
never realized. It seeks to be sustained by want
collecting treasures to adorn it.
False garments of the self dim the light inside.
The body, subject to the heart,
becomes a vessel of love.
Its hands, stilled from grasping,
hold only peace, and its face
reflects the light of the sun
free to move through its skin
igniting the world around it
like a beacon of hope
For Sue Vincent’s weekly #writephoto prompt, #still.