THE DAYLIGHT STAR
The daylight star is something which shines very clearly for me in my mind. In some ways its light is brighter than all the stars in the firmament of night. It lives, in reality, although it’s rarely seen and its name is never spoken. It slips its radiance in where the ways are narrow, the pathways slight. This star achieves its ends without affectation and needs no mirror to reflect its shine. It wanders softly where it hears the moans of all those souls who haven’t been touched by its light, or a similar light. And yet it moves without designs on anyone’s freedom.
Its light is thin but it leaves no area untouched and everywhere it goes the shine remains. It has no desire to possess or retain and leaves no mark on those things it holds in trust. It knows the world as a child knows a ball it has played with all its life. And though its steps are silent and the sounds it makes barely discernible, it has the whole of life within its span. The daylight star.
Design
The daylight star is only in my head
and yet outshines the firmament of night.
It lives, although its name is never said,
and slips its radiance in where ways are slight.
It pleads its case in unaffected tones
and seeks no gaudy mirror for its shine.
It wanders softly where it hears the moans
of vagrant souls, but goes without design.
Span
This thin light leaves no area untouched
and everywhere it goes its shine remains.
Yet nothing is possessed by it or clutched
and what it holds in trust it never stains.
And yet it knows the world like a ball
which it has spun since time itself began.
And though its step is silent, sound is small,
it has the whole of life within its span.
Best wishes, today,
Landar
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