I Love Beautiful Dark Things – Not all things dark are evil

“Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.” – Mary Oliver

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I love beautiful dark things,

that bring shadow to your life,

making things come alive,

with depth and mystery.

These beautiful dark things

are what’s between bright and nothing,

a hope of a world beyond extremes.

 

I love beautiful dark things,

without which you’re two dimensional.

Lost on the page of life.

I bring direction with my beautiful dark things,

They show you where the light is,

the subtlety of life,

bringing texture from flat canvas.

 

I love beautiful dark things,

Not all that’s dark is contrary to light.

I’m wherever light is found,

I’m the coolness in the heat,

I’m the protection on the run.

Beautiful dark things are

mysteries of things to come,

A shroud to cover your soul.

 

I love beautiful dark things…

 Also published in Broowaha

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The Wind – Fellowship of the wind –

“It’s the questions we can’t answer that teach us the most. They teach us how to think. If you give a man an answer, all he gains is a little fact. But give him a question and he’ll look for his own answers.”

– Patrick Rothfuss, The Wise Man’s Fear

 

I could feel the strength of the wind.

Fresh, dark, mystical wind.

On the shadowed side of the steep mountains,
clouds hovering, the wind teasing,
making smoke tails.

Strange feeling, exhilarating yet,
peaceful, almost entrancing,
the wind in my hair.

Smells, fresh, moist, sounds of a tree,
a falling comrade in the green forest,
all carried by the wind.

How is it that I fit in this mystery?
How is it I’m taken by this wind?
Like a seed carried away from my past,

by an ever present but constantly changing wind,

Dropping me pleasantly down

to finish my here and now.

Brother wind and I take flight.

Also published in Broowaha

First published in Opinions Of Eye

10022011

Point of No Return

“In everybody’s life there’s a point of no return. And in a very few cases, a point where you can’t go forward anymore. And when we reach that point, all we can do is quietly accept the fact. That’s how we survive.” – Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

 

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There are moments in my life of wandering, moments when I‘m breaking through the brush of mystery and intrigue in the nurture of existence, to find myself on the very edge of a cliff. A cliff of choice, the point of no return. Many choices, once made, offer no u-turns. My fate is sealed, the dice are rolled, the trigger is pulled. The air is thick with mist, the mist of unknowing. The wind blows up from the chasm of destiny, pulling my hair, pushing me back, forcing me to make a decision. I feel the ground giving way, circumstance will force my hand if I hesitate. Forward progress, by necessity, is a very definite and purposeful choice.  These moments come without warning, catching me in their frenzy and pressure. It’s almost to late. Be prepared my friends, fate comes quickly to demand of you, to smack you with reality, to dazzle you with fantasy, to ask you, what will you do? Choose carefully, once you leap, the ground comes to greet you with a startling quickness.

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