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Thursday, May 27, 2010


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,

or a wagon made lighter

as it struggles to make it

over the next steep hill.


It is laborious work.

It takes years or lifetimes

of effort.

It comes little by little,

the tiny increments of joy,

the ongoing intervals

of pain.


Always there is a polishing,

a honing.

A smoothing away of the

flaws,

the imperfections.


Then 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 plateau,

where the blood grows thinner,

the atmosphere

ever more refined.


(from "A Cloth of Fine Gold")



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