A meditation on receiving rain, lullabies, light and the gems that appear when we do.
When the light found me
I stepped into
a room
when the light found me.
I didn’t look for it
I simply opened
and let it in,
just like that.
I remember it now:
the way the ground
receives rain,
the way the wind
sings lullabies to stones,
until they fracture
and in their fracturing
a gem appeared,
radiant
full of colour
jam-packed with
possibility.
I’m letting the light
flow through me now,
whenever it chooses
I lean into the new self
who keeps tasting
tears of delight.
Deixar entrar a luz é uma posição bem avisada.
ReplyDeleteBom fim de semana.
Abraço de amizade.
Juvenal Nunes
Muito obrigada Juvenal
DeleteHave you ever considered publishing a book of poetry? There is delicacy and sophistication to what you create.Many of us perhaps think of ourselves as poets and it’s good that we express ourselves, but we are mere labourers in a grand cathedral of arches and buttresses. Your work has grandeur and meaning behind the mere tinkering of amateurs. You are the architect, we are merely bricklayers and stonemasons.
ReplyDeleteAww David Thank you so much. I am actually self-publishing a book at the moment :)
DeleteLinda e concordo que tuas poesias merecem um.livro!👏👏👏😘😘chica
ReplyDeleteAww thanks Chica
DeleteAlleen al de titel: 'When the light found me.'
ReplyDeleteJe kunt alleen zo licht en bemoedigend schrijven wanneer je de andere kant kent. Het is alsof je me telkens een beetje oplicht met je woorden. Heel knap!
Lieve groet.
Dankjewel dat is fijn om te horen
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