It's the light in everything
It's the light in everything
that breaks your heart,
Its like seeing Jesus
or Ramana
in every face,
or in all the little shops
and cafes along the way,
or like that old man we saw
in the Village Inn,
his radiance still burns
a hole right through us
Oh! ! to be
so empty! !
so free! !
so alive! !
that you become
a Living Flame of Love
sweeping the floors
in the Village Inn.
A beautiful spiritual piece, 'his radiance still burns a hole right through us', beautiful
In the Village Inn! With the muse of your life. Nice work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Norah, this touches off so many things it would make a dissertation of a response. So I'll simply say, yes, it is the light. -Glen