Thursday, September 19, 2013

Beings Of Light - A Poem by M.N. Hopkins



Your Light shines bright

From

A never ending Source

An infinite beacon

That lights ones way

Through the finite

With it's storms

It's turmoils

It's troubles

That never end

A Light that is

So bright

It illuminates

And

Enlightens ones heart

And mind

A never ending Source of

Warmth

Of visions

Of inspirations

That nourish

And

Enrich

We are Pilgrims

On our finite paths

Of

Suffering and Strife

Following a beacon

A beacon that lights

Our ways

Back to the Infinite

Back to where Life began

And life ends

Back to a time

Without time

We will come back

Back to our Selves

With Self pressence

Then

Forward again

To Selves

With selves with pressence

Around again

Full circle

Never really beginning

Never really ending

Just being

In the Present

With full Pressence

Being

Beings of Light

Yes

Beings of Light

Now

Following

Pathways formed from

Love

Yes

Our  Pathways of

Love


M.N. Hopkins

Note:  This poem was written on September 18, 2013 and published for the first time on my blog today.  It was inspired by a question I had earlier in the day asking if Light can be lost or destroyed.  My answer was, No,  How can the finite destroy the Infinite?

self denotes the ego self and Self that which is in contact with the Divine and directed from that vantage point.

2 comments:

Rea de Miranda said...

May our lights shine on!

Stranger in a Strange Land said...

They will, Rea.

My very best wishes,
Mike