where is the light which protects and guides us
who wanders through darkness looking, looking tirelessly for this,
this light that sees through us, with us, for us and in us
who calls us forth to become who we are
who we are

you will ask where is this light
where can I find it
is it in the moonlight at my window
or in the flicker of this candle
is it hidden somewhere in the books
or in the eyes of strangers or friends alike
where is this light

once upon a time lived a merry man
so the story goes Read More

When it’s over, I want to say: all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

Mary Oliver from “When Death Comes”
With much gratitude for the light of dear poet Mary Oliver who passed away on Jan 17, 2019.

Sweet sunshine calling in snow
“how can you and I be together?” she asks
“me so warm and you so cold”
snow – though slightly afraid of melting –
can’t help but move closer
and sunshine suddenly forgets,
– her initial question that is –
sweet magnetism…

clouds, thunder, light-ening
and suddenly
abundant rain.

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