Where We Dwell

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How many times do we
have to see such beauty,
such vivid remarks on
life’s wonders and splendors
emerge from the deepest blacks
where even shadows are
absorbed in the void
to feel the truth of it
sink deep into our bones,
that our hearts leap to the void
out of fear that might be
as deep as beginningless time,
but that we do not need to
rest here. This does not
have to be where we dwell.
That the darkness is where we
visit after starting out in light
and before we find our way back.
All this unbelievable beauty –
the trail home.
Also, no more and
no less that exactly
what it is. – TS

 

Path to Light

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Notice how the eye
reaches first for the light,
how the heart sings
into the great distances
beyond, into the joy
that brightens our horizons.
Then, after resting
in ecstatic wonder,
now in repose,
the shadows come to view,
slowly, not before we
are ready, and we
do not succumb
to the darkness.
No, now we notice
how the shadows frame
our view, how they
pose no obstacle,
how they sift through
our consciousness,
soft tendrils of our
pained memories,
and how they give us
our path to light. – TS

In the Dark of Light (Poem)

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In the Dark of Light

In the light I play,

porous and awash under sun,

where the colours are more

than they are, strewn upon the ground

in their wildest symmetries –

and I am emerging into

all that I am, until the

sun sees through me

and I can’t bring my body to

hold its luminescence –

I close my eyes and wait

for nature’s rhythms to carve

smooth this rupture.

Colors and shapes dance ecstatic

before my eyes to their own echo, and in

this shadowy place I retreat,

not quite unafraid, having birthed

in its swell of memories,

certain now that the absence of

earthly hues I’ve tried to

forge into my skin is

today’s calling,

so I enter and rest, soothing

my frantic chest, swimming through

and whispering into the silence

while my bones quiver, threatening to fall –

I reach one hand out to catch

what light I can and hold

the other to close me,

to draw out another

piece of the dark.