23 August 2016

Feeding the Inner Light

Pendle Hill Shadows, Photo by Susan


She walked without noticing where her feet fell
on pine needles, metal grid, grass or concrete
drawn by ever green scent of pine and cut grass
called by cicadas, gongs, voices and silence
as if cocooned by what she hadn’t yet reached
in this hour set aside for rare solitude.

She thought—nothing—simply unwrapped shaded paths
while entering—as if they were gifts, tapped tears
of frankincense from days of yore laid out now
as guides and guardians.  Wasn’t that the gift
of kings under the wondrous star?  Mystery
became the food and drink of this hour’s peace.

And then when she—again alert—felt the weight
of air, she glowed through shadows she found there.






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© 2016 Susan L. Chast 


19 comments:

Sumana Roy said...

What a world you've created here Susan! "...Mystery / became the food and drink of this hour’s peace."...a profound inner world as it were, so soul soothing...

I haven't yet written mine...sigh...

Anonymous said...

Lovely. Thank you for sharing this enchanting mystery

kaykuala said...

What a beautiful day to be out in the open. Light and shadows play a big part in making it better! Envy you Susan!

Hank

Thotpurge said...

unwrapped shaded paths/ tapped tears of frankincense ... what amazing imagery... such a great mood poem.

Purba chakraborty said...

It is very important to feed the inner light from time to time. When we spend some time with our inner self, we get enlightened. A very beautiful poem.

Magical Mystical Teacher said...

Tapping tears of frankincense...the image conjures up something in the depths of me that I cannot name, but feel deeply...

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Mystery
became the food and drink of this hour’s peace.
And then when she—again alert—felt the weight
of air, she glowed through shadows she found there.

Sigh.. I am in complete and utter awe of this write ❤️

Anjum Wasim Dar said...

it is indeed a blessing to have place where one can step on pine needles ,scented is the air,free to breathe as peace enters the soul and spirit....may this be for all...exquisite thought and imagery

Nicholas said...

always a pleasure reading about the Magi. nice poem.

Jae Rose said...

I suppose finding our inner light is about reaching a state of mind where we pause thinking and see the shadows about us - I love - as if cocooned by what she hadn’t yet reached - it really does require practice I suspect.. QED!

Julian said...

Such an enjoyable poem from start to finish.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I LOVE unwrapping the shaded paths as if they were gifts! You found frankincense, I found liturgical incense in the forest......and we both went to the forest for our blessings! Love that! I love the guides and guardians, too.

Old Egg said...

There is nothing quite like basking in the peaceful world of nature away from hubbub of our urban life. Even now on tottering legs I love to escape there and feel content. What a beautiful poem this is Susan.

rallentanda said...

Food for the soul is as important as food for the body.The inner light needs daily enrichment.

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Lovely how the soul, even if focused elsewhere in the moment, is fed and nurtured by the beauties of earth.

Panchali said...

Beautiful imagery...beautiful lines, Susan. Tapping 'tears of frankincense'-- ah, worth their weight more than gold at all time !!Enriching and euphoric piece! Love it!

Gillena Cox said...

Luv the depth and purity of this meditation, out of which only blessings of peace could emerge
" She thought—nothing—simply unwrapped shaded paths
while entering—as if they were gifts, tapped tears
of frankincense from days of yore"

much love...

Susan Anderson said...

Absolutely lovely work.

Intelliblog said...

If only we realised how precious ur life is and how blessed we are to be able to enjoy the sun, nature and our own ability to appreciate all the beauty that can surround us, we and the world would be much happier...