Our lights are on

Our lights are on
Yours and mine
We light up
Each other
Either pull up
Or push down
Never tell one
Their light is out
However it is on
Becoming bright
And ever shining
With divine love
There’s no room
For put-downs
Of any others
Nor of oneself
But upliftment
Of you and me
And all souls
On their way
Through life
Learning
To shine
Like a sun
First moon
At times full
Before fading
Then growing
Again an’ again
As cycles churn
We better pull up
Our lights are on
All together
We light up
Each other
The sun.

“Four by four” — corners of the sound temple

Past lights shining on from 1609

Music to hear, why hear’st thou music sadly?
Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy.
Why lov’st thou that which thou receiv’st not gladly,
Or else receiv’st with pleasure thine annoy?
If the true concord of well-tuned sounds,
By unions married, do offend thine ear,
They do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds
In singleness the parts that thou shouldst bear.
Mark how one string, sweet husband to another,
Strikes each in each by mutual ordering;
Resembling sire and child and happy mother,
Who, all in one, one pleasing note do sing:
Whose speechless song, being many, seeming one,
Sings this to thee: “Thou single wilt prove none.”

— Sonnet 8, Fair Youth sequence, William Shakespeare, 1609 Quarto

First light of a rising sun on early morning dew