love and light begun

Lamps that gleam

and spread a dream

of love and light

throughout the night

to break the dark and stagnant air

to bring in ions bright and fair

that take away our ache and woe

exchange it with the need to know

from where it comes this light of truth

and how it speaks the might of sooth-

sayers leave broad hints around

tossed on the leaves upon the ground

that seeps into the earth we walk

and through our bones and sounds of talk

that drift upon the air once more

as we will wonder what's in store

we feel the journey 'neath our feet

as wisdom travels deep retreat

past loam and sand and roots of trees

where gnomes await on bended knees

to grasp the light of wisdom through the earth

and mine it into a brand new birth

they hide it in the pinkish rock of salt to sleep

and dream the day

when sunlight shall peep

through broken clay

and soil and sand

by work of beast, machine and man

and so once more the light will glow

through harnessed heart of love it shows

the beauty of all love is one

from rock to light to sun ...

we have begun

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While gazing upon my Himalayan salt crystal lamp, the candle flame glowing and flickering, I wrote the above. I love to step into a moment and simply write in rhyme as the pen flows across the page in a single stream of movement without pause - to write in release of control or perfection to allow a form without rejection to just come into being and the words to spring forth and shape themselves from one to the next.

And how appropriate that the light should call me this morning when yesterday was our Winter Solstice - a time of longest night followed by return of the growing light!