Malika Ndlovu Light lives here Light was here before the darkness of doubt the ash and storms of our destruction before all of this all of us before flesh and bone walls and windows soil, mountain, sky or sea. Light does not recognise such boundaries penetrates your armour beams from between your ribs behind your eyes shows up on the horizon unfailingly even when you cannot or choose not to see. No amount of tears or rage can dissipate it into its alter self light mutates into incarnations we plaster with other names yet it remains true to itself an indestructible essence with immeasurable capabilities. Light is a labyrinth of exquisite complexity yet maintains a simple undeniable beauty. is within and beyond definition or captivity. Light lives here dancing in unexpected corners of my home and heart spilling from my son’s mouth my beloved’s eyes my mother’s gut-deep laughter here I shower my soul. In the centre of the shadow is the secret of the light under the veil of night light reveals itself to me an eternity of dreaming of whispered meanings stories of immortality and I wake into forgetfulness my swimming with the stars immersed in endless galaxies interrupted by gravity till I remember that light also lives here. Right here hidden at the core of everything of all that I call you or me the magic of universal unity from gigantic to atomic a cosmic vibration exploding the myth of separation. Light lives here Light lives.
Posted on: Thu, 04 Jul 2013 12:01:00 +0000
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