October 18, 2019 Silent Light I sit And Silence visits. It is the light That illuminates Worlds within world And Selves within self. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... 3 thoughts on “Silent Light” I think that’s watching the wood fire poetry, how flames make a tired me go gormless. LikeLike Reply Thanks for reading and for the comment. Perhaps…watching silence is like watching flames when one is tired. Perhaps not. I’ll try this. Thanks! LikeLiked by 1 person Reply When I lived in a cottage in Orkney where the electricity was on and off due to storms, we watched the fire like it was caveman telly, staring at it, poking it as it moved in the corner of the room the charm of a dancer. LikeLiked by 1 person Leave a Reply to Akasha Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email. Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed. Previous Post Standing Within You Next Post At Home Again
Thanks for reading and for the comment. Perhaps…watching silence is like watching flames when one is tired. Perhaps not. I’ll try this. Thanks! LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
When I lived in a cottage in Orkney where the electricity was on and off due to storms, we watched the fire like it was caveman telly, staring at it, poking it as it moved in the corner of the room the charm of a dancer. LikeLiked by 1 person
I think that’s watching the wood fire poetry, how flames make a tired me go gormless.
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Thanks for reading and for the comment.
Perhaps…watching silence is like watching flames when one is tired. Perhaps not. I’ll try this. Thanks!
LikeLiked by 1 person
When I lived in a cottage in Orkney where the electricity was on and off due to storms, we watched the fire like it was caveman telly, staring at it, poking it as it moved in the corner of the room the charm of a dancer.
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