the light which I see
light by which I strive outwards
identical: see that
child who fathered me
crafts the light inside our forebears
child still lives in thee
_______RS
[ Image: Brilliant sculpture piece, titled ‘I Love You’ which appeared at Burning Man several years back… unknown Ukrainian artist. ]
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Beautiful. Love your title too, what is light is love. Light itself is a kind of love playing over us.
I think so. 🙂 If you suspend to one side all of the scientific purely physical concepts around it, it is difficult not to notice the purely ‘gift’ nature of Light. It is an unselfish bequethal. And if you pay more subtle attention, I think you feel how your own thinking and cognition illuninates upwards in its presence. Thanks, Deborah.
Yes, that’s exactly how I feel about it too.