Ask when I first knew that everything
was shining, all at once, like the Sun

I must have been very, very young
it must have been a morning like this

Every day has a morning, but not like
this dawn when I knew that I knew

When the light, upon waking
seeps in through gauzy white curtains

A lilac scent wafting on a soft breeze
from the bushes down the side of the house

Upon waking that very day
before a name for the who, who is waking

The dust is dancing in the sunbeams
and I know then, for certain

That it is the dust in which I Am
dancing forever and ever