Light on the Page

The image of an eagle bearing a crown represents a high spiritual being bestowing the means to enter the kingdom of heaven. The crown may rest on or above the human head. Then it becomes a gate into the heavenly world. At the same time something equally or even more important happens. The need awakens to carry the spiritual light down into earth. The gate opens both ways.

The gift of bringing the light in this way is a sensitive one. Although it always makes the earth firmer and clearer, it requires an array of disguises and different voices to make itself known. The human ear is tuned to hear in a multitude of ways. A conversation rather than a shout, a touch of hands, a silencing of fear.

The eagle’s eye will find the grain of gold and place it where it is most needed. Although the darkness of earth may seem overwhelming at times, that speck of light will be visible to people from different sides, who will see it in their own way. Though my tones may be those that only a quiet ear can hear, yet I’ll disperse the dark and make a vow to ease the burden of a thousand year.

A Touch of Hands

Now heaven’s gate walks with me where I walk,

and firmer treads the dull earth and the sand.

It opens through the policy of talk,

and leaves an easy light upon the land.

In various disguises it sets out,

and voices what the ear is tuned to hear.

A conversation rather than a shout,

a touch of hands, a silencing of fear.

Spark

A coronet of gold in eagle’s claws

becomes my crown and entrance to the light.

But written in it are eternal laws

which like the sun’s penumbra fall to sight.

I’m chosen to convey this light to earth,

extend its luminescence through the dark.

No value in a gold kept for its worth,

when heaven’s gift may fly up in a spark.

A Thousand Year

Though in a thousand year the dark may grow,

the eagle’s eye will find a grain of light,

and placing it where people come and go

will draw the curtain back from darkest night.

So if I will come from the shadows now

and speak in tones a quiet ear may hear,

yet I’ll disperse the dark and make a vow

to ease the burden of a thousand year.

Best wishes, today,

Landar

© landar 2010. All rights reserved.

What’s simplest is hardest. The vision of the world that a tiny child has. The world is like a word then, the first word that you speak. To hear that word again, the sound and the song of the world, will return the infant’s smile to your face. What could be simpler? And what could be harder?

Sign

Sometimes upon a high cliff, or alone

in a firmament of crowded stars, you

may listen for the child’s heartbeat still

that played you into being long ago,

and hear the first word springing to your lips

when words were not yet bound with sense and time.

Then carry that word with you in the crowds,

on the pavement’s edge, to the market cross,

and let it be a sign unseen by all.

Smile

Then again the sound, the song of the world,

waking like a star in the dawn, was first -

music that could make a baby smile

and reach for the infinites in its sight.

I should live like a wise and happy man

if I could have that song again and care

for it like a charm kept in my pocket,

which none may see, and yet they’ll find in me

the source of some enchantment, and will smile.

Best wishes, today,

Landar

© landar 2010

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