White

WHITE

In a white house,
white within,
white without.

In the purity
of the air.

Air.
Light.
Pure.

Delicate,
transparent
crystal windows,
a heart in stillness.

In translucent waves.

In the silver of life,
in that living place,
so white,
it dazzles,
in silence,
so simple,
like white itself.

The whiteness that unfolds
the absence of malice,
in the purity of being a child.

In a house that is white,
white like the heart
that needs no adornment.

In the simplicity of being,
in a white moment.

Flashes of light
in life,
shining.

White,
pure.