Caught Light

Home and sky are two poles between which the soul is torn. Home is warm but cramped; the sky is boundless but lonely. There is no peace anywhere, because each of these worlds holds its own longing for the other; each has its own charm and its own price. Only the light caught between them remains serene. Touching both the cozy walls and the cold emptiness, it does not divide the world and chooses nothing. It simply is, and simply lasts.