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darker the shadows,
brighter is the light somewhere
even if not directly visible
the surface ripples of a lake
without the whisper of a breeze
proclaim: life pulsates underneath
total inner eclipses occur
when despair and defeatism
stand between hope and an effulgence
luminescent, pure, steadfast
that lies in the crucible of being...
dormant under the ash of ignorance
blow gently on those ashes
with the breath of presence and awareness
burnish the embers to a lighthouse flare
that other ships tossing in personal storms
see in you the Polaris, the Southern Cross, the compass
to help set their sails on the homeward path |
