gold and light

yesterday reya wrote a piece about light.

it's essential reading - it's about an essence - a simple and lovely truth regarding sunlight.

i wanted to write something when i read her words.

so this is for you reya - with gratitude!

in the spring

light reaches as much from the earth

as it falls from the sun

it strokes the air with pale green-gold fingers

tentative

and gentle

it knows itself

in the birth of grass and small plants

breathing in

breathing out

it calls itself

'becoming'

in the summer

light pours from the skies

generously spooned into the earth's heart

thick and gold

then blood-orange

it knows itself

in the act of love

breathing in

breathing out

it calls itself

'describing'

when fall arrives

the sun becomes melancholy gold

filled with questions

and whispered promises

it knows itself

in the eyes of the solitary traveller

breathing in

breathing out

it calls itself

'intention'

as winter approaches

the light becomes thin and pale

and so, more precious even than gold

drifting like the thinnest silk

through the silvered crystalline sky

it knows itself

in the water

that flows beneath the ice

breathing in

breathing out

it calls itself

'inception'

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