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Hiding the Light

(“Still Life”, 2021, original encaustic)

Hiding the Light

A lot has been happening in my life recently
And that’s a good thing considering
How staid and stodgy I’ve become
In old age.

But it’s still a challenge
And as one unexpected hurdle after another
Comes up, as always will,
I’m reminded, from some place deep in my past,
Perhaps best called my gut,
That now is the best time
To simply ‘go with the flow’.

My wife latches on to this axiom too
And so I know it has the universal resonance
Of truth,
My wife, being the embodiment,
Although long past 42, of the ultimate answer
To Life, The Universe, and Everything,
At least for me.

Then today I hear another truth
That strikes like an arrow to the heart,
A bull’s eye without room for doubt,
That the path for someone like me,
And maybe someone like you too,
Is to ‘hide the light’.

The light we are shines best 
When we aren’t trying,
When we don’t even know it’s shining.
So this hiding of the light 
Is for everyone involved 
Since it doesn’t help anyone 
To spin their wheels dwelling
Upon the obvious.

An honorable man needs no validation.
A beautiful woman needs no make-up.
And yet validation and a little make-up 
Is all good too.

The light after all is something completely different
Maybe felt and not seen 
Says it best,
But people are fooled 
Much more by what they see than feel,
So hiding the light
Is as simple as going with the flow
Without concern for where it all goes.

(6/8/25)
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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June 8, 2025 at 4:55 PM
very nice write.....i've a small poster from a leonard cohen song....'there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in' .....so, relax in the 5th dimension and watch time go by........len
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June 8, 2025 at 5:17 PM
Yes, our hearts break (and break again) and the light gets in, and then we guard it, nurture it and let it grow in private.
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