The Light House,

The Carpet Sweepers and The Light Keepers

You walk inside wondering why it’s so dark.
On the wall is a stuffed taxidermy shark.
“The Light House”, the sign read out front…
You hear a brushing sound and a grunt.

“Oh, you’re here,” a dark figure says, “Come on in. Have no fear.”
You see there’s many of them and they’re sweeping piles of darkness under a rug.
They seem spooky but their posture smug…

“We’ve swept entire childhoods under these carpets…” one says.
“An identity unclaimed rots in the corners like a bloated carcass…,” another grunts,
"But don’t you worry; no body else is here. Quoted, just us…” a third adds.

You hear the sound of little claws on floorboards like crabs…

“Hey, don’t leave just because it’s a bit dark…” yet another says, “You are the spark…”

You raise an eyebrow.
“You’ll figure it out somehow,” one of them adds.

As time goes by, the Light House doesn’t change… It just stays the same.
You crouch down and lean against the wall, feeling lame.
The dark figures just continue idly sweeping away.

”Wake up or go to sleep,” you think you heard a shadow on the wall say..

A Carpet Sweeper bobs his head, “It’s a very good sign when there’s new shadows to sweep.”
A bit nervous, you close your eyes and breathe.
”Yes, indeed, perhaps, this guest we should keep,” another says as she pulls the shadow from the wall and under her broom.

As you breathe, you feel more spacious, like you have more room.
More and more shadows appear, as a light source starts to bloom…
You hear the sound of the brooms sweeping the floor much more diligently.
You open your eyes and wonder why you’re still here, innocently.

Light skips across your skin, circling around your chest and up through your eyes.
“Remember that one time,” a shadow sighs.

“Keep breathing the light to life,” a Carpet Sweeper chimes in, “the shadows are temporary; don’t let them distract you. They can’t win.”

A shadow bends over your shoulders ominously, whispering, “Do you know your original sin?”

Your teeth clench and your hands brace your shins.

A tiny soft voice says, “Listen,”
and you notice a spark of light on your leg glisten.
The shadow above you shrinks, and a Carpet Sweeper snags it away without missing.
You feel a shivering applause internally like a frisson.

"We've been here since before your name and before your first breath. We've been keeping this light in you like a trust,” the tiny soft voice coos, “we are the powerhouse of the cell and you are made of trillions of us.”

A large shadow contrasting the new light cocks its head, “figure it out or bust…”
Your breath wavers, and your chest lifts with an emotional gust.
The tiny soft voices within say,"You are made of cosmic dust…”
You breathe in and out deeply, as another shadow moans, “You’re just a pile of lust…”
Light leaks out of your gut, and even more shadows appear,
A Carpet Sweeper says, “Your posture… just adjust,”

You sit up taller, as visions of memories wash over your mind, recalling all that was discussed.

A shadow looms by your ear, “I remember you full of disgust,”

"You are full of love and that’s why we are devoted to you,” the tiny inner voices interrupt.

A Carpet Sweeper hands you some water in a full cup,
“Stay hydrated, and cheer up.” He snags the large shadow under the rug.

You drink it down and then wrap your arms around yourself like a hug.

"We love you so infinitely much,” the powerhouse of the cells sing, “you are the magic touch!”

Without knowing what has come over you, you get up and dance.
All the shadows start groaning in synchronization like some sort of trance.

A Carpet Sweeper exclaims, ”Here’s our chance,”
Their brooms swipe loads of shadows under the carpet as they dash and prance.

Your body flows in ancient energetic motions, and as your mind notices, your movements enhance.

A shadow leans toward your heart moaning, ”Ohhhh but what about your finance…”

”Don’t pay them even a glance,” the light within cheers, "Keep flowing, you will advance!”

They dance under your skin, filling you with energy from beyond this expanse.
Thoughts of love stir in your mind, like some artistry of romance.
You feel like disco ball of light having a revolution like France.
The shadows shrink to little dust balls as you fly by the seat of your pants.
The Carpet Sweepers brush them under the rug, posing in a happy stance.

The Light House vibrates, revving like an engine coming to power.
A Carpet Sweeper hands you a rose, “Darkness can never make you cower.”
Now standing still, gazing across the whole space fully lit,
You look down at the flower,
“Those shadows were scary,” to yourself you admit.
Out a window, you see the radiant beam circulating from the Light Tower.
A Carpet Sweeper smiles affirmingly, “But you didn’t quit.”

You laugh as you feel a drop of sweat roll down from your armpit.

“Power comes from all the love in your body…” The tiny voices within coo softly, “once to that energy, you commit…”

The Mitochondria within are an ancient light source…
Your whole anatomy and metaphysical lineage is their magic force…
They know every past life like it is all just part of the course…

The Light House can guide you even externally,
and the Carpet Sweepers evolve into The Light Keepers, knowing all your shadows full heartedly.
They laugh with you over how there is no scarcity.

They pull the rug out from under you, exposing the old sturdy floor..
“Your shadows crystallized into these gems…” one says, “and now, they’re all yours…”

The light within you laughs, “You’ve always had, all you need, and more…”

You laugh along, a bit dizzy with joy, over all the lore…
Yours abs feel kinda sore…
From all the breathing…
strengthening your core,
Oh, how precious all the feelings…
You gaze out the window at the light beaming across the shore,
To all of it… the meaning…
Only you can truly know, but it’s not a chore…
It’s more like an infinite song, and you’re the music notes to the score.


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