Needless Things: Neon Lightwork

In the hush between the pulse and light, Where silence hums and defies life, There lies a path not made by shoes. But traced in glow, in radiant hues.

This is the work of neon flame, untamed, Not bound by form, nor called by name. It moves through hands, through soul, through sight, A craft of light, a will that blazes and ignites night.

When darkness knots the inner thread, When hearts grow dim and spirits dread, The Lightworker comes, in glow-arrayed, A living prism made by those unafraid.

They do not wield, they channel true, Colors which outdo their pure magnitude. Each beam they raise, a sacred chord, Each motion hums with silent word.

Red flows first , the fire to wake, To burn the lie, the heavy ache. It stirs the blood, ignites the core, And roots the soul forevermore.

Orange arcs in the swirling expanse dance, The joy of flesh, glance the sacred chance. It sings of life, of wounds undone, Of grief transformed beneath the sun.

Yellow fans its golden days rays, And clears the mind of static haze. It guides the will to rise, to shine, To speak the truth and draw the line.

Green pours soft from open palms, A rain of light, a breath that calms. It weaves through pain and mends the tear, A pulsing humming affair of quiet care.

Blue flows next, teems in sacred streams, To voice the soul and cleanse the dreams. It frees the song, the word, the plea, A tide that flows to set you free.

Indigo with pride, the silent tide, Unseen but felt deep down inside. It speaks in visions, dreams you keep, In shadows cast within your sleep.

Violet, final, bends and bows, A crown upon the seeker’s brow. It seals the work in starlight spun, A bond of light when all is done.

And through the hands, this current weaves, Through chakras spun like sacred leaves. No force is used, no fear employed, But only light, where life's deployed.

Neon Lightwork, bright and clear, Is not a gift, but born from here. From soul, from choice, from deep inside, Where power, love, and truth collide.

So when your night grows far too long, And you forget about your inner song. Breathe deep. Stand still. Let vision arc, Illuminate the dark, with your inner spark. 🌈 You are the Lightwork. You are the Beam. The world is waking. So let it gleam. NNN