Dancing Light

I light up. The light in the void - in the box, in the place I haven’t taken it to yet - this is where I go now - to a place where the guitar sounds - where the keys go wild - where geese fly - where you fly away and I come up standing, breaking, panting, gasping because of the wild and I - saw it in your eye all that while ago - we circled the black circle - the golden orbs all pointing to the eternal now that we keep living in. Bashing mosquitoes while you uninterruptedly read John O’Donahue beneath my naked legs. What a view - yes there is more of where that came from - the spirit is alive now - all night - can come crashing in where the old ways are trying to tie me up, tie me down - how long a prisoner to old feelings and thoughts. We are prisoner to our own cages - but we all get the call to follow Iron John where we’d rather not go - out the gates of the palace - into the darkness of forest and the places that everyone said no one returns from. At first glance it is just a still mill pond - but the faerie have been talking and the spirit is still moving across the waters - and life is rising up, where once there was good work - but now it is children’s voices that are heard as once again the water fill the moat and the children dance - the wheel turns and life meets life - meets you this day. This immense longing to find the one indescribable wedge of freedom (DW) has been glimpsed again when you chose, you chose to do this differently - more bravely - letting go your old familiar chains - you call to that vital voice you heard somewhere off in the distance - somewhere closer in - and you weep at the possibilities of coming home to yourself - and on this morning you once again turn your face to prayer and some basic things like writing and sharing your one fucking, aching life with the world because where your gushing wound of shame is - there is you fabulous treasure.