Light on the Page

There is a joy in being together, alone. To know yourself as a single voice, crying, as it were, in the wilderness, with the millions of stars above you. And yet to know you will hear and be heard by all those who experience the same thing, from the realm of the living or the realm of the dead. I know that we are all there together, that we step into the same water, that our heads will rise into the sky above the sky. I know that all of us whose voices rise in this way will go together or not at all, into the light we have made by standing alone.

 

Therefore we are the many who are the only. We are the listeners in solitude who hear the quality of light which shines, so to speak, in our baptismal river. We find our singleness in this water, and are together. The great world, with all its tumbling waters, is our progenitor. We claim descent from it, our eyes and ears are born from it, for it. But the small voice inside is the limitless one, which joins our many solitudes in its single vastness!

 

Alone

I joy to be one in the wilderness,

in solitude, with you, and you, and you.

To raise our voice in the millions of stars

and only be heard by each other.

Let our feet step into the same water,

our heads rise in the sky above the sky –

we will go together or not at all,

to the light made by standing alone.

 

Solitude

We are the many who are the only,

we are the listeners in solitude

whose ear discerns the quality of light

shining in our first baptismal river.

How great is the world, its tumbling waters,

from which we claim descent, our eyes and ears!

How small is the limitless voice inside,

which joins our many solitudes as one!

 

Best wishes, today,

Landar

 

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