Light Breaks Where no Sun shines
Light breaks where no sun shines;
Where no sea runs, the waters of the heart
Push in their tides;
And, broken ghosts with glow-worms in their heads,
The thing of light
File through the flesh where no flesh decks the bones.
A candle in the thighs
Warms you and seed and burns the seeds of age;
Where no seed stirs,
The fruit of man unwrinkled in the stars,
Bright as a fig;
Where no wax is, the candle shows its hairs.
Dawn breaks behind the eyes;
From poles of skull and toes the windy blood
Slides like a sea;
Nor fenced, not staked, the gushers of the sky
Sprout to the rod
Divining in a smile the oil of tears.
Night in the sockets rounds,
Like some pitch moon, the limit of the globes;
Day light the bone;
Where no cold is, the skinning gales unpin
The winter’s robes;
The film of spring is hanging from the lids.
Light breaks on secret lots,
On tips of thoughts where thoughts smell in the reain;
When logics die.
The secret of the soil grows through the eye,
And blood jumps in the sun;
Above the waste allotments the dawn halts.
What does it mean, world as lover? You are sitting by a clear lake on a summer’s night. The wind is rustling the trees; it is a strong wind and you’re almost cold, but not quite. Before you, white caps crown the dark waves, and the moon traces a shining path across the water. This raw beauty resides outside you, or so it seems. All at once it occurs to you that this same powerful beauty arises in you, triggers itself in your personality. This same beauty, which you once thought you could only find in nature, you now fine in a living way in yourself.
The smooth patches in life are appreciated because we also experience the storms and high tides. Life is a balance. We are part of that balance. We make the balance work or we, as human beings, destroy the balance. We need to get ready to find the balance and keep it.