Awaken for Mother Earth has turned
and the Light cannot be hidden…
cRb 3.9.16
With the New Moon and a Solar Eclipse now behind us it seems that there has been a shift of energies that is challenging at best to put into words. I can only grasp at the word ‘Newness’… yet it cannot be held in its ephemeral form.
Before the Sun appeared over the horizon it was cloudy and I wondered if the day was going to be overcast. (I don’t tune in to the weather as I would rather it unfold before me)
My first cup of coffee in hand and my emails to be read I began my day. The first email from a dear friend in Australia contained my 1st Glance of Light only to be crowned in the glory of the moment, captured in this photograph over an hour later.
Here was her gift…
Poem by John O’Donohue
Light
Light cannot see inside things.
That is what the dark is for:
Minding the interior,
Nurturing the draw of growth
Through places where death
In its own way turns into life.
In the glare of neon times,
Let our eyes not be worn
By surfaces that shine
With hunger made attractive.
That our thoughts may be true light,
Finding their way into words
Which have the weight of shadow
To hold the layers of truth.
That we never place our trust
In minds claimed by empty light,
Where one-sided certainties
Are driven by false desire.
When we look into the heart,
May our eyes have the kindness
And reverence of candlelight.
That the searching of our minds
Be equal to the oblique
Crevices and corners where
The mystery continues to dwell,
glimmering in fugitive light.
When we are confined inside
The dark house of suffering,
That moonlight might find a window.
When we become false and lost
That the severe noon-light
Would cast our shadow clear.
When we love, that dawn-light
Would lighten our feet
Upon the waters.
As we grow old, that twilight
Would illuminate treasure
In the fields of memory.
And when we come to search for God,
Let us first be robed in night,
Put on the mind of morning
To feel the rush of light
Spread slowly inside
The colour and stillness
Of a found world.
Morning Sunrise 3.29.16 York, Maine
Reflections of Riverman 