Fireflies remind me of little quiet fireworks.
Or of silent, yet rhythmic music that is tuning to the the night air. One "hears" them with wonder, surprise, captivation. Where will they show up next? What is the rhythm that they follow? What is the song to which they sing? Their music reflects heights and depth, singing in a universal language of love.

Perhaps all things that matter, that really matter to us, sing a song of truth, mystery, height, depth, and presence, presence regardless of fear. Anything that really matters to us, all contains within it a paradox, a mystery. The fireworks playing this night, appear and disappear, feels both mysterious, paradoxical and yet the most alive moment to me. The light comes on and off in a pattern not visible to my eyes, surprising me delightfully as I watch them with wonder. And like a paradox, this firework light appearing and disappearing is ungraspable, unknowable, untrackable, unpredicable.

Without paradox, with only the predictability, our lives flatten and dim.

I say sings Truth, because, I feel truth, like a crystal, has many sides. Like a crystal, it shimmers a light, anyway you look at it. A Real Truth has the "chatoyance" of life.

Crystals also shine sparkling light into the eyes and cause one to feel captivated. The crystals glimmer and shimmer in their own light, like starlight prismed here to earth. What if light, which is a wave, is really a song sending its inaudible flow to you as you sit letting it sink deep into your skin? What if crystals, like light, are singing to you now? From this Earth and all over the universe, encouraging you forward? What if crystals are sending nearly imperceptible, non-visual vibrations to encourage us forward onto our way? Vibrating us so that we never can really get "off the path." Instead, we merely need to be brave enough to take that next step forward and land on the matter that we have vibrated into space. Vibrations create matter. Matter vibrates us to the next stepping stone, or crystal, for that "matter."

The Fireflies vibrate a light that turns on and off. In between the "on", they are invisible to our eyes. Yet, still present, in the dark and in our unknown. Freely singing their Lightening song. So I guess, our next steps are there, waiting for us to create them, singing their lightening song.

Thank you dear Light, Thank you for beauty, Surprise, wonder, music and singing. Thank you for the high notes and the low. Thank you for the paradox and the wonder. Thank you for filling me up with joy and love. May your song flow strong.