Creativity (not hiding your light under a bushel) and dealing with daily frustrations. |
Candlelight Mantra Behind tear-stained eyes, my mantra cries "Don't be like those who, without Sight, spread darkness 'cross my candlelight" But what a fight this is, my words, it seems, explode beneath my breath, the steam upon my shades formed by moistened cheeks aflame like asphault after summer rain. So hard to see that just below my fear and rage surrender waits for my embrace. And finally, in these arms I sigh, and hear the poet's soft reply in words transcending black and white. "You cannot be like those you see whose light has slipped beneath the leaves because, you see, you know of me. My arms here for you to seek, so take a breath and let it out, make into words a silent shout. Then take your little lamp with you and share your light where others do. Feel their warmth until the time your flame provides the bread and wine to nourish the soul and calm the mind. And most of all, be always kind, to yourself, dear friend, be always kind." And so I mind, and then I write. A poet watching timid light dance upon the candlewick, a prayer of thanks upon her lips. |