Like a great starving beast my body
Is quivering, fixed on the scent of light
Hafiz
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Some days
even on the brightest of days
when the sun rises brilliant
in an autumn sky
my soul is searching for the light
in the hungering darkness
of greed and hate
in the murky morass of graft and dishonesty
my soul seeks for that nurturing power
that can bring it to life
and help it grow
most days I find it
in the rising sun
in the gentle lean of Finn the dog against my leg
in an act of generosity and compassion observed
it is there
in all the usual places
but in places unusual too
it moments of disappointment
when a moment of peace intrudes, unexpected
in moments of failure, when I realise
I can let it go
and move on
here is the raw truth
there IS good in the world
and there IS Sacred
which is light
there is that power
which over comes evil with good
and the scent of light
permeates all
all
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