A SHED-FULL OF 575s (1)

Michael Edwards

 

 

 

Alone in stillness

the sacred rites are offered

the butter lamps burn.

 

  • Author: Michael Edwards (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 7th, 2019 00:01
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments4

  • Goldfinch60

    Been there in that place
    Done that, but never answered
    The lamps became dark.

  • ANGELA & BRIAN

    Thanks for SHARING Uncle Mike : ANGELA here 6:30 pm just relaxing before DINNER : Roast Lamb & Rioja of course. We had a bring & share Lunch @ Church to raise funds to build A New Activity Centre & Night Shelter for the Homeless ! WE do have them in NZ ! Weather here is good 13C = 55F not bad for the Middle of Winter !

    SPEAK LORD in the Stillness
    While we wait on THEE
    Hushed our Hearts to Listen
    In EXPECTANCY : AMEN

    Blessings & Peace to YOU & YOURS
    Yours ANGELA : šŸ§”šŸ§”šŸ§”šŸ§”
    Please check our Poem ~ The VIDEO
    explains BREXIT ~ OK !

    • orchidee

      A fine write and pic M.

      • Michael Edwards

        Ours is chicken and pork today plus generous glasses of sloe gin. Daughter and family due soon.

        I've just balanced on ladders clearing gutters and I'm ready for it.

      • LaurašŸŒ»

        Michael,

        I havenā€™t thought about or heard those two words ā€œbutter lampsā€ in a very long time! My Italian Great-Grandmother would always say ...
        ā€œLasciate quelle candele di burro accese per il resto della vostra vitaā€...

        Thank you for sharing your talents, Maestro! Youā€™re amazing!

        ~Laura~

        • Michael Edwards

          Used by the Buddhist monks throughout the Himalayas - and yes - they continually burn. Thanks Laura.

        • Suresh

          The amazing thing about those lamps is that the cotton wick burns forever, if ones keeps feeding the lamp with butter, and thus the message in my last Diwali Greetings

          May all the lamps in your house shine bright
          And the darkness be always kept at bay
          May all your progeny stay healthy and flourish
          Just as the lamp by the oil is nourished

          Thnx for both pieces of art.



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