Six planets align in the night sky
Their rotation and route mapped out
by my ancestors
Math never lies
There is predictable safety in their patterns
We try to guess which one is the brightest
Is it Jupiter?
Is that Saturn’s rings – Yes!
The golden star above my house
and the dark silhouette of trees
Can Saturn see the earth?
Is it a blue star in their sky?
The trajectory of me, a mere earthling
looking up and seeing a song of the ancients.
They say a star’s light took billions of light years
just to twinkle in my eye
What an impossible journey
but here it is Painting and lighting up the dark sky
so many stars
at least 12 – 15 by my counting.
It is cold, the dead of winter
– not in the cosmos –
the sleep of winter is just my experience
what seemed a billion lifetimes ago
is not so far from what I can see
counting and marveling at the light
in the quiet of the night.
There is magical possibility
in the incredulous impossibility
What was once expressed as a ball of
gas and light has not been long forgotten
It shines above me now
It has a story to share
to those who look upon it
My ear is open to hear your tale
My heart is open to believe
I see you now
A hand holding mine
We keep each other warm through this night.
Tag: light
Waning Crescent
Our eyes met.
It was the waning crescent
and her bright star companion.
No words were exchanged.
Just a silent greeting
and a reflection of light.
Distance has no bearing
in our quiet reunion.
We share the same sun after all.
Tear
A tear in the fabric
Discarded and forgotten
no time to mend the broken
The wind broke the silence
and the leaves twirled
unable to change their course.
Strong foundations seemed to crumble
and rumble, left tattered
and back to their original stone.
Was it too late to turn back time?
Have I had enough of this game of chance
where no one wins?
The night brought an early chill,
even though it was only late afternoon.
A voice seemed to stir
from the rubble, from the tattered
and torn into shreds.
The stars shined through
A reminder that all isn’t lost
all isn’t gone in the dark.
There is a constant light that can never dim.
Of Shadow and Light
I. Shadows in the corner
A face looks out the window
as I play unaware of its piercing
eyes and snarled face.
It watches me often.
Appears here and there.
I feel helpless and scared.
Those watchful eyes and scowled face.
II. The light turns and turns
Other times I have this power
or at least I think I do.
My bedroom ceiling light.
With its round opaque glass
And swirling patterns of ribbon and flowers.
By its own accord, it spins above my head
Slowly and steadily.
Sometimes I follow it with my finger.
Other times I will it to turn.
Tracing the path
Round and round.
It gets the message.
And the glass starts to spin.
Matching its pace to my pointed finger.
Sometimes I reverse the trace,
just to see if it responds.
And it always does.
This relationship, this power.
A track to follow.
My eyes fixated on its path.
We do this little dance.
I follow you.
You follow me.
The glass never unwinds itself
off its hinges or crashes down.
Just above me as I slumber,
It turns and turns.
[ Based on true events ]
Our light
Do not cower, be worried with doubt and fear.
My stance, my words, my being is light.
To my inner source, to my loves,
Embody and embrace my uniqueness.
Now is the time to shine and feel empowered.
Do not cower.
To shrink is not to be approved.
To shrink is the exact opposite
and our light would dim.
Our voice, our very nature and being is that light.
Breathe in the light.
Let it swirl into your heart
And exhale love,
Metta lovingkindness towards yourself and the world.
The World is Rapidly Changing
The world is rapidly changing
Faster and faster
The moment can hold so much.
My ease, my joy, my lightness,
My good and bad.
The different versions of ourselves.
The good daughter
The sacrificial martyr is not my goal,
Is not the point.
This is the breaking point.
The changing of patterns
That change the story
That change the state of being.
I can be light.
I can jump on the stress train.
I choose where to focus
How to be, to show up.
This is me.
All is Well
There is a lightness of heart
A deep inner brightness.
Full complete acceptance and
Joy that I can tap into.
A current that’s always there
The tap never stops flowing.
It enters my heart.
All is well.
I don’t need to strive to find its waters.
The light fragments into a million stars
Reminding me that we all have this same light.
I can sit.
I can smile.
All is well.
For this moment is my reality.
My presence brought forth its gifts.
With gratitude I embody its presence.
We share the same light.
It can never be dimmed or diminished.
It glows strong and bright
In me and you.
“Make of yourself a light”
The darkness can be all too consuming.
Fear lurches behind every corner.
Each stone unturned, untouched
Afraid of what lies underneath.
Secrets are meant to stay that way
Buried, dark and moist.
Like fungi in the undergrowth of a dying tree,
it consumes the decayed
The fallen.
How can the light reach even here?
A darkened warm cave
What seemed like shelter and safety is now a cage
Even with its wide open mouth entrance.
Light at the end of the tunnel
Brings hope and a promise.
It ushers us home –
a reunion of sorts –
of what it’s like to be free.
To feel the warm rays is to
Wrap love around me like a blanket.
There is protection and comfort here too.
Though I may recoil and try to go back.
In the safe quiet of the darkest night sky,
I reach out and feel your warmth
Knowing I have all that I need.
What illuminates a star?
How does that light travel across the Milkyway, the sky, and greets me where I stand? The sunflower stands upright. Its round dark face and bright petals meet me eye to eye. Like a sundial it twists back and forth, side to side always facing the bold sun. I too can feel its rays on my face A sunkissed touch warms my skin. I do not know how that tall, bold flower grows from one little seed Whose loving hands scooped up the dirt to plant this one little hard black seed. Tell me, what seeds are you going to plant today?
The coolness of night
The coolness of night Blankets the earth while I slumber. It sparkles with life When it bathes in the morning light. How did it get there? Where dreamers dream It took a rest Leaving only its cool mist As evidence in the morning. Soon evaporated and vanished. A distant memory On the tip of your tongue. Unsure if it was real Or just a dream.
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