[Thespiritexpress] An explosion of Light

[rnadeau]

Ed ~~~~~~ You are so right on about Riantee’s poetry ~~~~~~ Glad you have started a file ~~~~ 

What most people do not know is that she is an amazing sketch artist as well ~~~~ I’ve got that file~!! 

w/Love, ~Ron 

> On 15 Mar 2024, at 5:19 p.m., Ed Balldinger via Thespiritexpress <thespiritexpress at lists.mcn.org> wrote:
> 
> This poem beams with an easily accessible holiness lifting me into reflective measures of transcendental pause - that moment when spirit embraces placement with ease.  Thank you for the wonderful gift of wordsmithing you so freely share with us, Riantee.  I personally love chasing "guilt" away where love restores all that seems to be misaligned at times.  My Riantee Poetry File is expanding.  I treasure your poems.  Thank you!  
> 
> I'm ready for the light to shine...
> 
> ~ Ed   
> 
> 
> 
> On Thu, Mar 14, 2024 at 8:52 PM Riantee Rand via Thespiritexpress <thespiritexpress at lists.mcn.org <mailto:thespiritexpress at lists.mcn.org>> wrote:
>> 	Poem read on Tuesday
>> 
>>   An Explosion of Light   
>>>  
>>> He remembers an explosion, was it in Brugge or Brussels? 
>>> Which museum was he visiting at the time
>>>             ––there were so many! 
>>> Perhaps it happened while quietly envisioning a Flemish painting. 
>>> The borrowed light from ages ago still burned on that day
>>> as if coming from a star long extinct. 
>>> It triggered something inside him, opened a door
>>> and he was invited to step in.
>>>  
>>> He stood in the middle of a gilded square, in bright light,
>>> watching water washing over the cobblestones. 
>>> The cymbals of sun swirling in the gutter stunned him; 
>>> he was struck with a pointillistic vision. 
>>> Did he lose something, did he gain? 
>>> All he knew was that for an instant the world fell silent
>>> and some incandescence made its way inside of him.
>>> It hasn't left him since.
>>>  
>>> It happened in the midst of an otherwise ordinary scene. 
>>> An crystalline sphere broke through his ribcage from within,
>>> shot up like a rocket and disappeared into the atmosphere. 
>>> He felt a lightness he had never known before
>>> as if a dark and dense being had left him. 
>>> All at once he had no limits. 
>>> "It was like I had shed my humanskin," he told his friends later,
>>> "and transmuted into this all-encompassing being."
>>>  
>>> He could look inside as if he were made of glass. 
>>> Something had been dislodged there, chased out forever. 
>>> He called it guilt ­­
>>>             ––such is the human language­­
>>> and he saw that someone had taken up lodging
>>> in the empty space,
>>>             a woman. 
>>> He called her love. 
>>>  
>>> He has never been alone since. 
>>> When he meets loneliness,
>>> he calls it truth.
>>>  
>>> He remembers an explosion.  Was it in Brugge or Brussels?..
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