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Originally Posted by wil
I'm happy I get some time in the light too. Tis a choice, letting the light in and/or providing light for others. I give thanx for the light. 
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Absolutely give thanks for the light. And the darkness that allows the light to do its work.
The more I walk in beauty, the less fear grips me. I have been tired, isolated, frightened, crying, and torn down by illusory separation, false walls. When I was a child of only four years, the light shone on and through dandelions going to seed. As they drifted over the hill, I knew, and the light nourished me. As I grew and the outside constructed world impinged its conditionings, I grieved, but didn't know why.
Now I know why. In this world, grief must flutter over me occasionaly and at times intensely. Immersed in its pinpoints of ignorance and pain, I even want to die. Out of that depression, with time and space to blossom in my home, I grow wings made of blooming dandelions, fierce iron, hot steam, and all the animals in my heart. Hovering over my past, zooming out into the atoms of the universe, I gain perspective, bathe in the freedom of joy, give joy and light to gain. I spiral up.