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poetry, quotes & thoughts about life

& it goes on

Sometimes the old myth is right,

the light has gone out of the world,

you can see plainly in your heart

and its hungry darkness, the aimless grief,

a heavy echo of something missing, or someone,

not lighting, like a mood or a utility,

but a source, life itself, and its warmth.

Something like the friendship of the earth.

Not exactly breath, but essential.

Emperors are lost. Roads vanish.

You need to plead. Someone needs to fetch it.

Someone needs to assail the fearful thief

who has stolen the light and hidden it,

buried it in the darkest place where no one

can go, no one can find it, no one can return.

Someone innocent and honest, brave enough

to be true and risk everything to set off

with nothing but a fish hook and a loaf of bread

to find the light for us who hunger for it,

and for the trees who wait in silence.

On the longest night when even the angels

can stand it no longer, God sends a child,

tender and willing, (and a mother who offers him

to this dark world), a child with nothing but love

saying, “I will go into your darkest places for you

and there, there, I will draw out the light.”

The harsh wind clamping down,

the threat already issued, soldiers on the move,

the child comes into the night, facing the darkness.

His mother sings, and he begins his journey,

and already he has a bit of light in his hands,

and already the night begins to turn

and the stars dance and the angels sing

and your heart begins to rise

like the long-lost morning sun.


Steve Garnaas-Holmes

Unfolding Light

Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they?

And which of you by being anxious can add a single hour to his span of life?

And why are you anxious about clothing?

Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin, yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.

~Matthew 6:26-30

Clinging to light is not the Way.

Clinging to darkness is not the Way.

Winter is not an absence.

Spring is not a destination.

Lose your Way

in the bardo between seasons

and wake up wherever you are.

Fred LaMotte

I am not running anymore; I have run all my life; now I am determined to stop and really live my life.

~Thich Nhat Hanh

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