In the cup of our palms as we circle around, and it sparkles and shimmers and it makes us all laugh. The darkness is still all around us, but it doesn't seem so great as the light that we can see. It looks like the ripples of a rainbow, and we all come closer together to bask in its beauty.
From the darkness, we hear a shout. From the darkness, we feel a shove. Our hands shoot out to defend, but we realize too late what we've let go.
It does not cry out, it does not panic, but it becomes wet with the sea, and it does not sparkle or shimmer, or laugh. Who knew that the sea could be so vast? That it could extend out to the darkness, and that all of the people who could be so light could become so heavy?
We tenderly take it back in our chalice-d hands, and we breathe soft lively winds slowly on it from the East. We bring strong energy to it slowly from the Earth from the North. We slowly wash the salt away with peaceful water from the West. We warm it slowly with sweet-smoked fire from the South.
It lies dormant, but we wait and we watch. Five seconds turn to five hours, and five hours turn to five weeks. It feels like so long, but we can see it again, that little light of all colors that burns deep in its heart. And it sparkles, and it shimmers, and it makes us all laugh.
We were together again, and none of us were afraid of the darkness.
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