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Saturday, August 05, 2006

Light of a Different Frequency 

Light of a Different Frequency

They call it the ascending.
The soul divesting itself
of all the nonessentials
like a pilot desperately
throwing things overboard
trying to keep the plane aloft
in the storm,
a wagon trying to make it
over the next steep incline.

It is laborious work.
It takes years or lifetimes
of effort.
It comes little by little,
the tiny increments of joy,
the repetitious intervals
of pain.

Always there is a polishing,
a honing.
A smoothing away of the
flaws,
the imperfections.

And something grows lighter
within.
Shift to a higher register.
Light of a different frequency.
Pulsations flowing like light
or breath.
Heart crying its rapture,
silence like pain.
Who can find words
for this constantly moving
upward, this always being lifted
to a higher elevation,
where the blood grows thinner,
the atmosphere
ever more refined.


Dorothy Walters
August 4, 2006

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