The Light Is Always There
I feel this pain stricken inside me.
Paralyze my sad soul.
My fortunate being playing tricks on my guilable mind.
No one is willing to surrender.
The higher path wants to win but inside the tiny storm churns.
I always choose light.
Yet darkness sometimes follows.
This makes the light always brighter, more bright.
The white light is always inside.
A birds breath. A tiny plane.
Flying into the open space.
Fill my heart with sorrow.
Fill my soul with hope.
The light is always there,
Excerpt from an "Old Disc"
Poetry from within is a series of words that are created during transient experiences of opening in order to guide us to our deepest heart.
Written by the Co Founder Rachel Pringle