'Through darkness found itself an eternal flame, to wield as such and to know thy name.'
Ive never seen a beetle grasp the light of the bulb, intent as it may be, and although it may fall to exhaustion it finds within itself the urge to try again, never knowing what to expect say for solace. I don't believe it intends to catch the light but I do feel it finds nourishment of sorts, in this way we cannot expect to gorge on the light, it comes in servings - breakfast, lunch, and dinner by candlelight .
I will admit that since several months ago it has been difficult to stay in touch with the inner light (personally) although nothing has truly changed, hence I feel a degree of appropriation such as this breakfast, lunch, dinner analogy.
In light, in love, with gratitude and acceptance, we give thanks to all that is, the universe, our home, our joy
-To be 'One' requires 'Two' choices, to be free is to see 'three' ways beyond the horizon-
-Words are but symbolic platforms that hold meanings, meaning has a way of building mortal towers that fall upon immortal virtues-