along the rotating path
on this first of days
with the gesture of a shift or tilt
we gently nod toward the sun
the turn has slowed over time
friction of the tides
over billions of years
causing time to stretch
as the sun reaches up
to its highest point
taking its place on the stage
the next 17 hrs begin
with fingers of light
the rays spread slowly
making their way
from night into day
cerulean skies peppered with clouds
are the canvas onto which
light is splashed
with a feathered brush
the gleam, the slight manifestation
glistens over the radiance of her
expression
cross-legged, with praying hands
she pays homage to the sun
the light softly kisses her face
and from somewhere within she glows
separate from yet still a part
on the path, she leads the way
on this day, this longest day
the shine and the glow bring change
seasons shift one to the next
and the alignment of self begins
there is a calm within her smile
a knowing in her pose
she appears to be led by the light
down the path toward herself
* I am very visual and often inspired to write from a simple glimpse. Whether a photo or live in person, I am very affected by what I see. One of the things that inspires me most profoundly is light and the effect is has visually and how that translates physically and spiritually.
The rays of light that come through clouds is something that no matter when or how I glimpse it, causes me to feel very deeply. It is so many things to me; faith, belief, spirit, wonder, amazement, and awe to name just a few. It always takes my breath away and always makes me pause.
Sometimes the simple way light hits someone or something has that same affect.
This poem was inspired by a photo I saw of a Summer Solstice celebration. The affects of the light in the photo were similar to some of my own photos which I included in this post to try and illustrate my meaning.
I do not own the photo that inspired me so I cannot include it in this post. *
