Well, the snowman has been up and about and walking. He’s very central to my theme in Light on the Page. After all who makes who in this world? I’m finding it hard to say, without his help, how that pure being, living as the deepest spiritual self, wants to know himself, to glide across the world in my footsteps. Therefore his footprints are there in the snow, although you might miss his elusive presence unless you rise very, very early.
The snowman has to reckon with the thaw as well. I love him also for his greying, leftover mound when the rain has come, for the way his thoughts flow into the earth.
Light on the Page is about those thoughts and more, much much more. You might say it’s a spiritual blog, a poetical or literary one. The main thing is that the words come from that pure inner light – and that the footsteps of the early-rising man of snow are not too far away.
Can I wake and walk with him, that snowman,
melting as he his? Must I dissolve my dreams,
let all my thoughts like water flow away?
Give up my well-pressed words and let him speak
for me, from the depths of wild, snow-filled heaven?
And so, if we have walked beside the snow’s first life,
how long before our footprints lead us round again,
as friends, to where he first shaped me, and I,
with coal-bright eyes, gazed into the world anew?
Then what will be my mind except the snow,
melting and pouring into distant heartlands
where I long to be, to walk with you and feel
how everything I love is spread around me
in glistening streams and silvery-minded paths?
And he is there, the man of snow, washed free
of my creating, burning his hands in a world
where snow had never fallen or thought to fall.
Best wishes, today,
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