Dark Ally

1.25.15
“Darkness can be an ally.” -Chaparral

Dark Ally

I sit atop an open tower cloaked in Darkness.

Deep in my heart is only night,
  fear runs a finger down my spine,
and a shiver moves my soul.

I yearn for light
       but darkness stretches
              as far as I can see.

I open my mouth
to shout a defiant yell.

      Instead,
the darkness
     muffles
 the sound and
      pushes it,
          

 pushes it
     
        back
            down.

I choke on the blackness
  that begins to fill me up.

I consciously pause…

hold the dark in my mouth…

 

                                 refusing to drown.

And suddenly,
  I am aware of a spark on my tongue,

a dark shimmer
 that infuses my being.

 I pull those sparks
      deeper
into my being.

              Absorbing ever more of the darkness,

the darkness carrying silver,

until I can hold no more.

And still,

I push down
    and compress,

                         compress it all,
            to make more room.

Until I realize,
 it needs to come back out 

and I

Explode.

I explode with fireworks of sparking dark,
spreading the Milky Way
  in
     a
        path.

In a path back to the edge of time, where I stand.

I stand atop an open tower,

            throwing off a cloak of Light.

        

Memory of a Kiss

The memory of your kiss
lingers in the twilight of my dreams,
Rousing me to wistful wakefulness
and I ache for the curve of your caress.

I long for the enrapture of
entanglement
of our limbs.

Enthralling,
Intertwined,
Ecstatic.

My soul searches for your scent-memory,
flooding my mind with wave after wave
of decadent desire.

The taste of your tongue
tantalizes me
with a yearning for
You.

So...

I slide back into slumber,
and wrap myself around
The memory of your kiss.

Getting to the Root of Me

I crawl among the branches
  of the roots of my soul,
     as the worries of my thoughts
       take wing to the sky.
        I climb further down
          to the core of my being,
           and peer into the recesses
            of my inner darkness.
             And there I see an
              ancient crone
               sitting in repose,
                sipping from the nectar
                 of the gods,
                   clad in the robes
                    of the goddesses.
                      I commune with the
                         beginning of time,
                       the edge of the universe,
                      the center of existence.
                  And I see the thread of
                connection from me to my
             crone, to her crones all the
         way back...to me.
       I breathe deep and
      absorb them all into my heart center
    and hold them there
   as I climb back to the
  upper roots of the branches
 of my physicality.
 And return to here.
Now.

Life & Death

I close my eyes
but cannot sleep
death stalks my every turn

If I fall asleep, could I not wake up?
If sleep captures me, could it hold me in its embrace
until slumber captures my very soul?

I open my eyes
but cannot wake
ghosts haunt my waking hours

If I wake, will I be able to carry on?
If light shakes me to full awareness, will I have to let go of dreams
wisping through the light of day?

I shake my head
to clear the gauzy tendrils
of illusion clinging to my mind

If I don't sleep now, how will I rejuvenate my soul?
If I don't dream now, how will I know when I've attained them?
If I don't wake now, how will I ever expect to make a difference?

If I don't live now, when do I ever truly expect to?

Balance

I am the line between yin & yang

Each piece of me resonates with the sound of the Universe

Be-ing

My spirit cries to be more than I currently am

My soul stands steadfast 

knowing I'm already who I need to be

Breath fills my body

light fills my soul

at the same time that darkness envelopes my being

that causes me to gasp for sustenance 

I taste the glorious sparkle of flight

While lifting each foot against the sucking mire of gravity

Until I achieve 

balance

Until I achieve

While lifting each foot against the sucking mire of gravity

I taste the glorious sparkle of flight

that causes me to gasp for sustenance

at the same time that darkness envelopes my being

light fills my soul

Breath fills my body

knowing I'm already who I need to be

My soul stands steadfast

My spirit cries to be more than I currently am

Be-ing

Each piece of me resonates with the sound of the Universe

I am the line between yin & yang

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