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Sharing Our Light In Service to Others and, In Turn, Ourselves

Sharing Your Light, Service to Others. Photograph of hand and sky by Billy Pasco

Photograph by Billy Pasco

Simple suggestions for sharing your light with others physically, emotionally and spiritually

Solstice Light

Lush green grass
Spun by nature’s wheel
Trembles in dawn’s eager light.
Solstice embers
Of days remembered
Fizzle out under dew’s
Watchful gaze.
The Sun God Ra flexes his limbs
Coursing rays of love
All over this land;
And like flowers releasing
Their night-borne scent,
The shadows of my heart
Unveil themselves,
Dispersing into ether
To be transmuted into light.

Everything Is Light

The above poem came to me one bright, sunny day in late May as I sat on my favorite bench in the garden. The sun’s gentle rays seemed to permeate all life there as my senses delighted in the birdsong and flitting of wings, in the ethereal delicacy of the butterfly in flight and the drowsy drone of the bee, drunk on nectar and too heavy to fly. There was a definite scent in the air of summer approaching and I looked forward to days entranced by shimmering heat hazes blurring the edges of earth and sky.

I got to thinking about light and how it is the basis of” (Matthew 6: 22-23), referring to the practice of focusing on the spiritual eye in the forehead during meditation. Similarly, in the Hindu scripture, , Sri Krishna tells spiritual seeker Arjuna: “(Chapter 10: verse 11).

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