TO RELEASE THE LAMPLIGHT’S GOLD
The world, like a cloister, is full of separate porticoes, through which people walk, and think and feel. The sun dips into each one of them, and names it freely for its soft love of light. Likewise we, with our many individual minds, have taken the ancient understanding of life, and made it into separate, light-filled cells. No two energies are the same, and yet they dip into the one Mind, drawing on its thoughts. Those thoughts are still able to leave their gentle, name-bestowing light.
Mind itself is great and the mind we have is great in it. When we think its thoughts there is no reason why our mind can’t be equal to it in perfection, a microcosm. Its Light is like a tiny lamp buried in our questioning heart, burning intensely. Nothing bears its flame so well as love, which rises like the spirit from the lamp when we polish it with our questions. This flame answers everything in due time, as our thoughts, with their ability to shine, will release the lamplight’s gold.
Mind
Then the sun dips into its porticoes
and names each one for its soft love of light.
So have we, with our many different minds,
called up the ancient understanding of life
and made it into separate, light-filled cells.
No two purposes are the same, but they dip
into the one Mind, drawing on its thoughts,
where they leave their gentle, name-bestowing light.
Lamp
Where Mind is great, the mind we have is great
in it, and thinks its thoughts in proportion.
And its Light, like a tiny lamp buried
in our questioning heart, burns intensely.
But nothing bears its flame so well as love,
which rises like the spirit from the flame,
and answers every question in due time,
as shining thoughts release the lamplight’s gold.
Best wishes, today,
Landar
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