Sparks are the beginning of fires, which warm, protect and guide, or maybe just give us something nice and spacey, a flickering flame upon which to levitate dreams.
Writing this, I guide myself. Reading it, you guide me, and perhaps yourself. We rely on each other. We move en masse, hobbling together through thickets, carrying what light we can find to see. Voices emerge, then recede.
Sparks of emotion can change your path. Sparks of ideas can light the universe. Sparks of distant stars give us dreams.
Listen, watch, trust, repeat. Sparks happen when you least expect.
Sparks can travel the speed of light through these wires, zapping you and moving on. What are sparks to you? Pass this spark on. Light a fire.
And please remember who was your flint. This flint sparked at Liz’s
This is really nice, Garnet. Sparks become fire, in turn becoming a blazing forest, creating light that will be seen from the heavens.
However, we do need to control our “sparks” at times. We don’t want to burn ourselves out you know.
This was lovely, and reminded me of this Australian aboriginal poem:
At night as I sit by my campfire
the Great Serpent Spirit a’star
I sing songs of love to the Presence within
as it plays with the sparks on my fire.
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Thank you Garnet.
Spark Culling
A spark simmers,
a gleam unspoken
barely bright
forsaken and forlorn
a whisp of time goneby
your music whisoers to me
joyous notes again vibrating
culling forgone feelings
sparkling glowing roaring
heartstrings and beating drums
soul music set on fire
2g lhhhhg
whispers whispers whispers whispers whispers whispers whispers whispers whispers whispers whispers whispers
Huh? Pay no attention, just practicing my typing.
whispers whispers whispers whispers . . .
taorist- Hello there. Welcome to my niche of the woods. Good point. I tend to spark way too much late at night, and have no fire in the morning.
Meredith- That’s beautiful. Sparks are songs we sing to our inner Great Presence. Nice to see you again.
Liz-giggle. you’re so cute. The h in whisper is the most important part, and the part I usually forget. What a touching poem. (I know exactly what you’re saying) “a spark simmers” COOL!
Last night, while riding along in my train, I saw a glowing angel walking happily along a meandering road. I decided to take a walk with her.
Actually I misspelled it on purpose so that I could whisper a secret to you. grin.
I knew that. my hearing is extra sensitive. And I liked all the h’s I heard.
My mind ran very much along these lines while I was casting about for a name for my blog. I recognized my own thoughts in your poem, which added to the pleasure.
Ken, of course, Dark Sparks. Memorable and a fitting name for your blog.
So very true my darlin’ Garnet…
Thank you yemanja, sweetie. How are you?
Not doing too well, my darlin’ Garnet… But for now, only time will tell…
*Hug*
I’m so sorry dear. I’ll be thinking of you. hugs, G