I see something in myself
Something special.
A lightning bug
captured in a jar.
It darts this way and that.
But it must be my imagination
playing tricks.
I know I’m just me.
(I’m sorry.)
Remarkably ordinary.
Until I am attacked
by a specter wielding a hammer.
Crash! He shatters the jar with one whack.
Releasing a multitude of stars and explosions.
All my spark needed was a little oxygen.
Moment of grace, from Swan Mothers: Discovering Our True Selves by Parenting Uniquely Magnificent Children
Weaving Gold 
Speak, Wise One...