Let your little light shine..

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photo of Mukilteo under Sept. moon 2014   by klr

It's okay to keep some things to one's self, 
but some are better shared

We do the best we can;

it's all we can do
 But often when, unselfishly, 
our souls are truly bared,

our philosophy bends and finds new ken

Yesterday I found remnants from the past,
 today I am reclaiming my domain -

clearing my browsing data, managing 
my settings, putting my outlook in sync

Refreshed constantly, scanning 
the right and left sides 
of my brain

Content to be nowhere else,

I sit on a log to distill;

by the sea I breathe, meditate

Bees vie for the last wildflowers,
Mother Nature's winsome quills writing 
in the winds of time

Letting my guard down a bit,

insecurities trimmed, checked,
put out of sight,
I find balance to create

All that matters today is one more light 
shines somewhere; an individual's

internal resolve, 
with nothing but kindness and love,
will join in to begin to change 
how we evolve

As invisible gates opens,

those who see enter easily,

 never were they closed off entirely
Basic elements and truths on earth 
give us rich, raw energy  to do 
what we are supposed to do

 More steadily I walk trails to the beach
 and ask myself 'why must life seem so bleak?'
Such a waste to wrestle with life, 
though I understand perfectly
Answers may not be forthcoming, 
but I think nothing is more important 
than listening,
In this world of half taken breaths,
smile for the love already here,
be the joy in the making

I'd like to undergo regressive life 
therapy...find out if I  lived before

A lot in this world is unimportant, trivial
I think I know the reasons why 

 I hear an angel whispering: 

"Don't think 'oh woe is me', but let others 
know you care, for there is no dilemma 

 greater today than lack of 
enlightenment"

Dreamlike, I fall 
in and out of consciousness,
metallic dragonflies zing by
Nature speaks most honestly

Insects talk among themselves,

have private conversations,

inside stories, a tight group; perhaps they, 
to a small degree, are aware 
of what I speak

Don't think I could be all wet,

but then again, it very well could be

I'm barking up the wrong tree

 Eagles are carnivores, 
as I hear his hungry cry
A garter snake sneaks in front of me,

passes between rocks and blades of grass,

pretty shiny black and green,

Woodpecker bangs a tree

In this long poem all I'm saying is- 
we have to have the conversation,

for conversation's sake,

of what it means to live more 
selflessly, less selfishly    

There's order in the mayhem,
especially when you dare to set 
a different pattern in motion, 
            set the table for everyone              

Awake now at twilight I see fireflies 
find their way through a storm collectively
  My little light shines amongst
 all of yours, 

So let us make it be