and then there was light.
light is…
The memory of your mother’s laughter. The first smile of your child hearing the laughter of another’s.
light is…
the form of your lover’s legs,
the laughter of girls and young men at play and
the stars at their most mysterious;
the heaven and those sparkling mathematics.
light is…
the science of goodness and the quiet patience scripted across the countenance of God.
light is…
the warmth of her flesh and the pulse of his sex.
light is…
the opening red flower with its pearl white underpinnings surprising you. And the colour of your tears.
light is…
the tone of his skin and the hue of his hair under that silent moonshine.
light is…
the shadows of our worst fears and the glory of our victories.
light is…
the knowing of humanity and those who hear the first words of the personality of the infinite.
Light is hearing of words spontaneously spoken which give freedom.
Light is the form of hope which drives us to persevere and persevere we must to see… light is ultimately Love and the form of Knowing Itself.
light is…
our beginning with absolute innocence and our knowing of the delicate frame of our mortality, as we wait. Finally, without trepidation, because you see Light escorts us to more chambers of divinity.
Light is detail and clarity. “Be here now?" No. Be with Light in all its complexity and about the rooms in His palace… all of which offer more radiance, warmth and at last, Light.
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Simply WOW. If "Light is" am I?
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