Tag Archives: darkness

it’s a beautiful day…

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big sky...big life...

the waiting of winter, of soul’s light…captured in this luminous poem…

Eye Mask…

In this dark I rest,

unready for the light which dawns

day after day,

eager to be shared.

Black silk, shelter me.

I need

more of the night before I open

eyes & heart

to illumination. I must still

grow in the dark like a root

not ready, not ready at all.

Denise Levertov

it’s a haunting day…..ethereal & moving…

…’soul making’ wrote philosopher Jean Houston, ‘is not necessarily a happy thing. Crucial parts of it are not. We need to hold onto the celebration of becoming, to the bliss that wells up from the deeper places we’re tapping…I stared into the night, my heart pounding…..Sue Monk Kidd

don’t forget…it’s a beautiful day… 

the Tao of illusory insight…

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illusions

Tao cannot be conveyed by either words or silence. In that state which is neither speech nor silence, its transcendental nature may be apprehended……Zhuangzi

ya know that pit?….that deep falling feeling in the gut when ‘things’ aren’t quite right?….something is slipping around you?….

you’re scrambling to ‘explain’ it all….make it ‘right?’

I think this may be where ‘spiritual integrity’ may bring ‘something’ to the playing field…

I’m not sure yet, but I’m considering it…..The Tao??

can’t you feel this falling? maybe this is the edge of higher?

Who named it ‘the Tao’ in the first place? I would like to talk to that fellow. I’d like to give him a piece of my mind. The Tao. The Way. Imagine: naming the unnamable! The Tao that cannot be named is the intelligence of the universe: whatever is happening right now. The mind that realizes this is the don’t-know mind, which is open to all possibilities because it doesn’t believe its own thoughts. What more is there to say? Except that there’s a radiance about people who have settled into the depths of not-knowing. They have found the inexhaustible treasure, in the most obvious place of all. Without the thought of a future, we always fall softly. Life is an ongoing course in learning how to fall……Stephen Mitchell

walking after midnight…….diving into night

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swimming in night

Something comes over me now & again……I want to slip outside, ooze out actually….where I’m not really leaving, I’m disappearing….

Not a morose or dramatic event……just a subtle, grainy, gauzy leave-taking. Like taking on the form of a ghost. Becoming………timeless.

Swimming in the night.

I envision this as walking simulating swimming. A shuffle on cobblestone, a wet fog in my hair, and hands in cool coat pockets.

I’m dreaming. I’m looking in windows.

Attracted to the light, but curled into shadows.

I interpret this as a ‘soul flutter.’ A need for the chimerical openness of a moment. Like I’m searching for the soft lining of night.

The Incomprehensible…..

The Ineffable……

It behooves any of us who would meditate on the subject of artistic inspiration to open the doors wide into the night & welcome into the house the spirit of inhabitable awe…….Edward Hirsch………The Demon & The Angel

That lyrical trance between sleeping & waking where we question & seek & hover between atmospheres…..a beauteous & awestruck moment to embrace….

I sing you, wild chasm, Mountains towered up In nightstorm, You gray towers Brimming with hellish grimaces, With fiery beasts, Bleak ferns, spruces, Crystal blossoms. That you hunt down God, Gentle spirit, Sighing in the cataract, In surging pines……Georg Trakl…..The Night

A place of solace…..the muse is called……