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In the glare of neon times,
Let your eyes not be worn
By the surfaces that shine
With hunger made attractive.
That our thoughts may be true light.
Finding their way into words
Let your eyes not be worn
By the surfaces that shine
With hunger made attractive.
That our thoughts may be true light.
Finding their way into words
Which have the weight of shadow
To hold the layers of truth.
That we never place our trust
In minds claimed by empty light,
Where one-sided certainties
Are driven by false desire.
When we look into the heart,
May our eyes have the kindness
And reverence of candlelight.
That the searching of our minds
Be equal to the oblique
Crevices and corners where
The mystery continues to dwell.
Glimmering in fugitive light.
When we are confined inside
The dark house of suffering
That moonlight find a window.
When we become false and lost
That the severe noon-light
Would cast our shadow clear.
When we love, that dawn-light
Would lighten our feet...
To hold the layers of truth.
That we never place our trust
In minds claimed by empty light,
Where one-sided certainties
Are driven by false desire.
When we look into the heart,
May our eyes have the kindness
And reverence of candlelight.
That the searching of our minds
Be equal to the oblique
Crevices and corners where
The mystery continues to dwell.
Glimmering in fugitive light.
When we are confined inside
The dark house of suffering
That moonlight find a window.
When we become false and lost
That the severe noon-light
Would cast our shadow clear.
When we love, that dawn-light
Would lighten our feet...
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Excerpt from: "For Light"
by John O'Donohue
From: To Bless the Space Between Us
From: To Bless the Space Between Us
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