Light

That Which Is Not Yet Is

Spirituality

Happy dandelions with yellow friends in the sun.
[Source – Pixabay]

This bright light that surrounds, that has soaked, that is soothing is one with me. This cottony soft memory is a truth. I breathe, I hear it.

A melodious tune played on the lyre flows in the air. We are all dancing to it.  

A sea of dandelions… Running as if I have wings, golden wings, I cross the sea. When did I start swirling? A gush of harmonious wind surprises me and I fall down, laughing loudly.  

The dream continues every time I quietly see this bright light.


A painting Dandelions in the Sun by Oleg Riabchuk also presents one with such a bright and beautiful dream.


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Enshrined in Double Retirement

Towards the warm and bright light.
[Image from Pixabay]

I was sitting in my room in a dim mood and light. I didn’t see outside because I was too lost to think anything else. What was happening with me and why was it happening, sadly I had some idea about it, though I was dwelling on the part which was beyond my control. I was feeling cold but I didn’t move. And in some time I felt warm tears on my face. I didn’t rub my face and soon I felt the chill.

More than the failure it was me who made the darkness pitch black. I somehow just wanted to be in that dark tunnel. My room soon transformed into one and I felt cold. I accepted the defeat, I was surrounded by defeat. It was doubled by me.


Later, I felt something warm and bright within. I realised that because I accepted the defeat, it ultimately passed through me. I, at that moment, worked my way back out of the tunnel.  

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(The title is taken from Charlotte Bronte’s Jane Eyre {only the title})


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