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A Song in the Dark

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , on May 10, 2022| 15 Comments »




It’s tiny hexagonal ice crystals
in the earth’s atmosphere
that create the bright halo
around the moon.
Think of it,
so many scraps of borrowed light—
so that I shine
becomes the song
of something
with no glow of its own.
Just because its science—
refraction and reflection—
doesn’t mean it’s not a miracle.
Just ask anyone who, for a time,
has lost their own light
then receives it from another
who received it from another,
and soon they find themselves
part of a radiant circle of light
where before
there was only ice.

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Bioluminescence

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , on January 18, 2022| 9 Comments »


Sometimes, when I fear
the small light I bring
isn’t big enough or bright
enough, I think of that night
on the beach years ago
when every step I took
in the cool wet sand turned
a glowing, iridescent blue—
and the waves themselves
were a flashing greenish hue—
imagine we could do
what 7.9 billion
one-celled plankton can do—
can shine when it’s dark,
can shine when agitated,
can shine with our own
inner light and trust when we all
bring the tiny light we have,
it’s enough to illumine the next step
in the long stretch of night.
 
 
 
 

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Choosing

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on August 11, 2021| Leave a Comment »




It’s not the meteor shower
with its wild arcs of light
that unzip the velvet dark—
what moves me is the one star
that manages to shine
through the thick atmosphere,
a lone light in this giant dome,
not more than a speck,
yet it persists, constant.
There are many ways to shine,
it seems to say, its tiny glint
winking against midnight.
And the dark is deep and long.

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Springing

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on March 23, 2019| Leave a Comment »

 

 

 

I am reborn into the world of radiance—

crystalline icicles, glittering reaches of snow—

and whatever in me is old brown stick,

whatever in me is withered rose hip,

whatever is desiccated and dead takes notice

of the shine and says, Teach me that.

 

I am reborn into the world of drip

and melt and streets of mud,

and whatever part of me is muck-squeamish

and sludge resistant goes walking anyway

and wallows and squishes and slips and laughs.

 

In that slippery moment, the part of me

who has died becomes lotus.

And who is it in me that scoffs

and says Who are you to be lotus?

I show her diamonds in the field,

the big blue dome of sky, the vast

expanses of glistening mud,

and I ask her, Who are you not to be?

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Just Before It Melts

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on January 13, 2018| 8 Comments »

 

 

 

Before the sun

has reached

the meadow

on the tip

of a tall blade

of dry grass,

a single

brilliant

sparkle—

see how

it offers

radiance

to anyone

who

will look,

though

that is not

why it

shines.

 

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Meditation on the Frost in the Field, Shining

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on October 11, 2017| 3 Comments »

 

 

 

all this glimmer

seems to have come

from nothing

 

sometimes it takes

the cold to make

invisible beauty visible

 

all day I look

into others, trying to find

the sky inside us

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Teacher

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , on December 7, 2011| 1 Comment »

Imagine if the sun
said to the moon
“This sky’s not big enough
for the both of us.”

Instead, it gives
unceasingly light
so that they both
can shine.

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