A house made of light . . .

Today’s post is an extension of yesterday’s consideration of “Entering the liminality”

It's Tew's day … and the Moon has turned its back to the sun.

from The Ponds

Still, what I want in my life
is to be willing
to be dazzled—
to cast aside the weight of facts

and maybe even
to float a little
above this difficult world.
I want to believe I am looking
into the white fire of a great mystery.
I want to believe that the imperfections are nothing—
that the light is everything—that it is more than the sum
of each flawed blossom rising and falling. And I do.

— Mary Oliver, in The House of Light. Beacon Press,1992 (later edition). Pulitzer Prize for Poetry (1984)