The Primal Beam

There comes the morning when one will immerse
oneself within oneself, and come to know
one's own power, the wealth that shimmers so,
a beautiful child of the universe;
all that took place in life was but to lead
up to that morning and it's primal thought
whereby the blossom opened from the seed,
the ambience within was what one sought.
In that state of renewal, one took hold
that all was possible when come from love,
and all would come without the need to prove,
meaning and cosmos would, indeed, unfold;
living as if the sun began to rise
all in one's being to re-energise.