Poem2 — Optimism I

Optimism I

Today is the day of the returning of the light and now here are some words from the song by the guy who went crazy, you know the guy who was the first guitarist for Pink Floyd, his name Syd Barrett and he wrote a song called

Chapter 24

A movement is accomplished in six stages

And the seventh brings return.

The seven is the number of the young light

It forms when darkness is increased by one.

Change returns success

Going and coming without error.

Action brings good fortune.

Sunset.

The time is with the month of winter solstice

When the change is due to come.

Thunder in the other course of heaven.

Things cannot be destroyed once and for all.

Nature does not appreciate vacuum

The queen seed of optimism is contained here

Planted on a cold and windy mountain

Some days from now will come light and hope

You object to this?

How could the philosophy of a Chinese mystical-mythical recluse hope to lasso the erratic gyrations of a generation suckled by Pac Man and babysat by beepers?

It comforts me to know that that light is traveling still.

The little light we shed early on stays with us, helps define us later.

Student writers were training flashlights on distant stars and planets, and for all I knew, some of them would journey to those far beacons.

My responsibility–a daunting one–was to steady their hands on their own lights. I could offer some rocket fuel for their voyages.

The fuel I offered was Tao.

But can I gas up my car with Tao

Can I breath it eat it make love to it?

On the day when the sun is so far away

On this earth that has grown so cold

The word “advent” signifies the “coming” or “arrival” of something.

In the Christian tradition, it specifically speaks to the coming of

the Christ. But the Advent season is mostly characterized by waiting

in darkness, silence and anticipation.

Join us this morning as we recognize with gratitude the darkness of

the Winter Solstice. Theodore Roethke wrote, “In a dark time, the eye

begins to see.”

We must see with light but where does the light come from

You must have found a secret path into my soul

By Bruce Eisner

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