Catch the Sky

It is not ubiquitous,
not demanding or dark,
not boisterous or boring,
but kind and content,
this quietude, this inner equanimity,
this rarity, this royal rock,
this silent, still,
radiance of peace;
it comes out of wind,
a dove in free-fall catching
the sky with its wings
and liting on the soul,
this heart-space,
this ever-present entity
of light and love;
it is the wind, it is the sky,
it is the bird, the heart,
the peaceful soul.