i cannot tell you how the light comes
what i know is that it is more ancient than imagining
that it travels across an astounding expanse to reach us
that it loves searching out what is hidden
what is lost, what is forgotten
what is in peril or in pain
that is has a fondness for the body
for finding its way toward flesh
for tracing the edges of form
for shining forth through the eye
the hand
the heart
I cannot tell you how the light comes but that it does,
that it will
that it works its way into the deepest dark that enfolds you
though it may seem long ages in coming
or arrive in a shape you did not foresee
And so, may we this day turn ourselves toward it
May we lift our faces and let it find us
May we bend our bodies and follow the arc it makes
and open still
to the blessed light that comes.
*photos from Paris, France, April 2019
*these are some of the Paris street photos I took on holiday--Paris is so "much of a muchness", to quote good ol' Alice while she was exploring Wonderland, that it's not easy to absorb and capture all the beauty and splendor, no matter how many times you return. A big thank you to my friend Arnaud for taking us on a magical walk through the hidden parts of Paris, and for the lovely time we shared over drinks --after so many years of visiting and commenting on each other's blogs, meeting in person felt so much like meeting an old and familiar friend--i hope to meet again and, maybe someday to meet all my blog friends :)) p.s. click on the photos to enlarge them.
