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:
May our lights shine on!
They will, Rea.
My very best wishes,
Mike
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