Poems and Phantasms

Posts tagged ‘light’

Beauty

I got beauty in me

that needs to come out, songs

you never heard, stories

in my bones and fire

in my eyes, too bright

to keep secret

 

yes, the sadness went deep

down to the source, pain

and joy, all soaking up

into spirit and

there it goes

pouring out like water

shining out like light

and singing

 

look at me

look at this new day

this life

this world

gifts, all

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Scatter Kind Words

Scatter kind words like seeds

to the four corners of the earth

to the wind and sky

to hell and back, where

they are needed most

they will find their way

 

As the tiniest light

shines the greatest good

in the blackest night, so too

the kind word roots

deepest in the heart

rich with grief

abundant with gratitude

At Play

Did they tell you

you must fight

to survive, take

to succeed, scheme

to win, your life

a pawn in a zero sum

world, and is that all

 

you know? You could

play a different game.

 

Do not fear

for your life

to mean nothing

for every word

you speak echoes

 

to others. We cannot help

but leave traces. We are

immortal in human

memories. What is

eternity anyway?

 

Or is it pleasure, creature

comfort you seek yet

what balm greater

than peace?

 

This is a strange kind

of abundance, giving

more emptying grows

you, a vessel

hollowed out by light

overflowing.

 

Keeping Company

Keeping company in the dark

our eyes grow accustomed

to each other’s shadows.

 

It was shades of gray all along

with shapes less fearful

for familiarity.

 

Let us not be forced

into harsh, unwelcoming brightness

but wait for a more gentle dawn

together.

 

Quote

“What is to give light…” ~Viktor E. Frankl

“What is to give light must endure burning.” ~Viktor E. Frankl

Quote

“As we let our light shine…” ~Marianne Williamson

“As we let our light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence actually liberates others.” ~Marianne Williamson

 

Drawing Lines with the Light

“La Rebeyrolle (municipality of Saint-Priest-la-Feuille, Creuse, Fr), early morning pilgrim’s departure on the Way of Saint James” Havang(nl) (CC A-S A 3.0)

The darkness passes through me.

It would sour my tongue and poison
my blood. Disdain
from one grandmother,
despair from the other.

Pain finds pain and merges, muddying
the source. Sometimes sinks so heavy
it begs for a name. This gift is sharp,
finding the edge of me.

Let it seep out from the holding
cells, deepening my breath
to make room for the shadow.

Unlocked space is forgiving,
gentling the nightmare in my bones.

Drawing lines with the light,
the chosen pieces of me rise
into dawning.

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