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LIGHT'S COVER IS A ROOT by Edith Lazenby

 I write from this impermanent place; it is deep yet runs through me moment by moment…

I write often and don’t remember what inspired this particular moment per se, but this piece, to me, is about the strength of the spirit: sometimes fed by darkness but living in light.

My poem is also a metaphor for the creative process, where I begin by going in, without knowing where I’ll end up.

It may seem like a maze but actually I find it is a direct line, via the Muse, through me, to what I find. And I have learned that what is there is also -in its own way- in others. I hope to reach you by speaking with integrity, from my heart, to yours.

Light’s Cover Is A Root

'Remembering How To Breathe" by Myoriginalsin
I begin tugging at a root.
Its top reaches beyond
Moon, and its bottom
Goes so far under I cannot
Touch what it feeds.
Yet the trunk, the body
Holds this core strong
As a redwood.
More than mountain,
Deep as earth’s clay.
My heart  pulses
Blood of light; sparkles
And shines, and yet
Within the dark,
In light’s absence,
Need fresher than a baby’s
Demanding each moment
Be fed as an egg
Ready to hatch a life,
As if now a cocoon
Allowing a caterpillar to die
So a butterfly can fly,
As if it a grave
Promising light,
This root holds
What I cannot find:
A ground that knows
Love and fear cannot live
Side by side, for moment
By moment I choose
A life that feeds a spirit
Death cannot deny.
"Caressing Light" by Katarina Silva

Edith Lazenby: “I love to write. I began writing poetry in elementary school. Sometimes I write poetry daily, other times not. I adore Mary Oliver, her way of embracing the light while acknowledging the darkness. I teach yoga full time and find the practice has grounded me deeper in my body and heart and helped me move closer to what I call spirit. I also now edit for Elephant Journal and write for them as well. I live with my husband, who is my best friend, and 4 kitties. Life holds challenges yet with time I feel better able to live in the moment, moment by moment. All great teachers teach presence. I find each day is a lesson in being. The process of writing holds me and I find the craft teaches me something new each time. You may visit my blog here.

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