Yearning

Young she was and eager
A first-time traveler
Setting out to find
That which words could not describe

Burdens were carried
Earnest effort made
Duties, she thought
Were there to pave her way

For then she didn’t know
That Beauty has no Weight
That love is Lightness
And Light is all She is

But here, now, she remains
Arms embracing air
Breathing flowers in the atmosphere
For finally, She is—
at home, and—
At ease.