LITTLE LUSTRES

Out of consciousness,

they arise, flicker

like fireflies from summer grasses.

Emerson called them lustres:

the moments when we catch a sudden glimpse

of our own brilliance.

These flashes—of the bards and sages

we carrying within—

are more deserving of our attention

than any firmament outside ourselves.

Grab your net, let’s head for the grasses after dusk.

Let’s go hunting and awaken to the infinite inside.