darkness

Illumination

Staring at the light
I cannot see, staring in
The dark brings more light

Lily Pond

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Mourning

“The dark eagles, sleep and death,

Rustle all night around my head:

The golden statue of man

Is swallowed by the icy comber

Of eternity. On the frightening reef

The purple remains go to pieces,

And the dark voice mourns

Over the sea.

Sister in my wild despair

Look, a precarious skiff is sinking

Under the stars,

The face of night whose voice is fading.”

Georg Trakl.

Translated by Robert Bly; The Winged Energy of Delight.

Avatamsaka

I joined the crew
I found my tribe
I wear a patch
Over my I

Too much to do
And so little time
Shape these words
To make them shine

I’m a one in ten
Been gone too long
Presence of mind
Will keep me strong

The wounds I claim
Have shaped my life
I’ve found my soul
She’s now my wife

The sun and moon
And now the stars
Have carried my burden
And all my scars

I’ve cried these tears
They’ve set me free
This broken heart
Now yours to see

The darkness is there
For the light to see
Spirals and galaxies
Have awakened me

The universe is there
Within you and I
Listen to your soul
It will never lie

Avatamsaka

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Spiritual Bypassing

How we choose to carve each other up
Using words as blunt machetes
Hacking away at emotional limbs
Like mature trees obstructing electrical pylons
Whose roots dig deep into fertile ground
We replace authentic light with manufactured
Wrapping ourselves in passive aggressive guises
In the name of self-improvement
All the while spiritually bypassing our own wounds.

Spiritual Bypassing

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