I just watched a cool film, kinda romantic, set in Ireland, drinking a few glasses of Spanish red wine. Before the film finished, I started thinking about light, and all these different variations of light, and then I opened my laptop and wrote this. It was 12.51 am, which is a bit late to write a poem, but I put on some of my favourite music by one of my favourite bands, My Sleeping Karma, and I felt inspired, and I wrote this, clicked off at 1.02 am and posted it. It is what you make of it. I hope you have a gorgeous Easter. Stay in the light.
The
seeker
this clear,
white light,
a distillation,
recognition.
We look
straight through,
reconcile
who we are, this happening,
this
circle round, this halo, this…
this fleck
of bluest blue,
this hollow
tide full-turning wide,
this pure
incandescent true.
of pure white
light.
this left
of being,
this turning
over of becoming,
inside
out to inside in.
an even
through,
this being
true
when even
bereft of light.
this being
as we were meant to be.
this neverending
rhythm,
this truth,
this being,
this art,
this
light.
