A Poem a Day (626): The seeker

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 light,
this clear, white light,
a distillation, recognition.
We look straight through,
reconcile who we are, this happening,
this circle round, this halo, this…
 
It is what we have become,
this fleck of bluest blue,
this hollow tide full-turning wide,
this pure incandescent true.
 
This seeping through
of pure white light.
 
We are this purge,
this left of being,
this turning over of becoming,
inside out to inside in.
 
A light,
an even through,
this being true
when even bereft of light.
 
We are as we seek,
this being as we were meant to be.
 
In this light,
this neverending rhythm,
this truth,
this being,
this art,
this light.
 
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, March 29, 2024