there’s always a lamp to light your way
being called to rise and create more and still more light
so many ways to penetrate the dark.
pointing the way out of a shadow
light tangled up and trying to get out
letting light come between you
seeing plenty of light before the tunnel, in the tunnel, at the end of the tunnel
longing to be lit … to bring even just a little more light
nine rays of light from the center of it all.
the way mostly in the dark
breathing only the light.
becoming a light house
our moth-like longing for light
enticed into a magic portal into world of light
light coming from within the mountains
light penetrating to an inner peace.
such brief nights; so much light.
letting the light shine through to where you’re walking.
the light shining through.
finding your way into the light.
shining a light on it.