BENEATH THE CHANDELIER OF TRUTH

24/4/25

Imagine now a ballroom wide,
where silent souls in stillness bide;
all gazing up from where they start—
the chandelier that lights the dark.

It shimmers with a thousand sides,
each angle where the truth resides;
one sees Christ, serene and bright,
another bows to Buddha’s light.

They stand in rows, they do not move,
their views held tight, their stances prove;
until at last, through velvet haze—
a song begins: Loving-Kindness plays.

A rhythm soft, yet spirit-deep,
a pulse that stirs them from their sleep;
one by one they lift their gaze
and start to dance in mystic blaze.

They meet a soul, a hand extends,
a stranger smiles, and truth begins:
“I saw the light from over there—
it danced through loss and love and prayer.”

With every turn, new stories burn,
more facets of the crystal churn;
a chandelier they thought they knew,
now shining deeper, fuller, true.

It isn’t just one name or frame—
not form, nor face, nor holy claim;
it’s every path the soul has known—
a prism through the One has shone.

Now all around they glide and spin,
with eyes that see the light within;
the music swells, the crystal stays—
and shines when Loving-Kindness plays.

So come and dance, release the fight,
let warmth and wonder weave the light;
for only love can heal and soothe—
the soul beneath the chandelier of truth.

AUM