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SPECK OF NEW LIGHT by Paraschiva Florescu


This is a poem written for those who have survived despite a painful lack of affection from others...

This is a poem written to those who fear abandonment, to those who are searching for the light in the shadow. It is a poem that seeks to console, a cry to tell you that you are not alone, and you are beautiful.

Speck of New Light
by Paraschiva Florescu

Do not make un-belonging a home,
befriend your loneliness until it hurts no more,
and prepare for storms to come:
you are deeply rooted and immutable: a tree of longing,
a miracle in its own right.

All that is gold does not glitter.
I say not all that glitters is gold.
Beware of biting the apple full of worms.

Do not gift yourself to the undeserving,
to those who are incapable of sweetness,
whose mouths taste of dissatisfaction.

You are made of dark matter and moons,
your hair is red with fervor,
and your small feet are yet to traverse hot countries.
You are a godful wonder, a blue-eyed prayer -

I beg you, do not break
for can’t you hear a whole world making love to you?

Paraschiva Florescu is a Law student at Edinburgh University, where she also organizes Kirtans and introductory bhakti yoga sessions for the student community. Paraschiva is founder of the Krishna Conscious Society, after having graduated from a Kirtan course in the Radhadesh community in Belgium. She is a lover of poetry, martial arts, books and rivers, and -of course- the truth. Find more of her poems on her blog, where she publishes regularly.  Paraschiva can be reached at para.skevi@yahoo.com


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