"There is no hope for it then but to ignite the more,
that our lights might make a circle, a bonfire even."
Each time I read this, I feel it more deeply.
"solitary sentinels on a hill"
is how I think of trees.
Now I think of us.
Each with our particular light,
glowing gently yet vigorously in the dark.
How to ignite our more?
Isn't it already ignited?
I think showing those who can't see their own light
how they, too, shine, might be a way to strengthen the bonfire?
It's possible the bonfire is banked temporarily.
"What is the need for fear, for loneliness?
The darkness giving way to [our] weight--
the light of [us]."
Namaste'
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