darkness

Poem – What is Left

I see shadows drifting
behind the trees.

Across the wetlands dogs bark,
a warning of coyotes stirring about.

Jets crisscross the empty sky
bathing in evening light.

As this day closes
and the night takes over

I am left here in the darkness
with the exposed version of myself.

Poem – Night Becomes the Day

The empty fields
will breath darkness
until giving way
to the increasing light.

What today is hidden in shadows
will slowly be revealed.

What will you see when
the night becomes the day?

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Poem – To the Darkness

To the darkness that is ever present
that is the shadow following each footstep
that is the fast moving clouds –
I will meet you in the empty fields
filled with ten-thousand lanterns
and put to rest the game we have been playing for years.

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Poem – Sense of All

And in the evening light
we chase the floating particles,
each a piece of ourselves
set free from the fire.

In this moment we lose sense of “I”
and become the “we” with the
trees, the light, the darkness
and the whole of the universe.

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Poem – I am Out There

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Frequent glimpses of moving
shadows and white figures.

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One last time I enter the cold
darkness and find a mass near

the bushes, but this object
reflects nor consumes light

and I immediately feel a connection
and cry when I know this is my shadow.

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A view across the expanse of empty
cold ice covering the fields

we long ago ran across playing
tag and enjoying the last summer of youth.

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Brief glimpses of time I have not
felt or tasted consume my thoughts

when I let go.

Sounds and images of a home
I have not yet found, yet claw for with all my strength.

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Poetry – Sun Rises

Sun rises over mountain peaks
after 40 days of darkness
and despair.

We sing, dance, and cry
while the mountains darkness
subsides and the peak, birthplace
of our gods, appears.

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Poem – Change

The winter sky
holds distant promise
beyond the muted sun
above the bare trees.

As the days recover
from the depth of darkness
so too will the trees
recover from the shadows.

The Voice in the Forest

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Fading Light

I pass trees on either side, deeper into the forest and further form the fields, leaving one realm for another. I feel no fear of the unknown land I am nearing, and at this point there are no active thoughts of what I am leaving. I carry only the moment I am living and move with no effort.

Far from the fields I sing wordless songs. I sing to exposed tree roots, moss covered path, squirrels and birds. I sing to the sky free of clouds, and to the circling ravens. I sing to myself as the forest closes around me until my voice is completely silent.

Poem – Temporal

Passing beneath and over bridges
the road opens into the sleeping city.

Distant streetlights reflect off
glass windows while a train

emerges from perfect darkness
and motors south and east.

Silence returns and the monotonous
driving becomes temporal when the new moon

reaches from beyond the earth
appearing as an orb of legend.

Poem – An Eye Turned Inward

It is frighteningly easy to give up hope and lose a sense of place and purpose when the earth is scorched and the people are lost. Miles and oceans separate lives, cultures, borders, and tragedies. Arbitrary definitions aim to keep lines drawn and natural tendencies in check, but this only suppresses the internal instincts, the desire to fight, the need for hope – prolongs the true being which walks the ridge-line, getting closer to the shift.

The evening sky reflects the fields of glass, the desert sands, the tropical rain forest, the calving glaciers – a mirror of processes beyond our control digging deep, removing us from the present day, existing beyond time and distance when the connections and energy between everything was more clear and made sense.

The evening sky is an eye turned inward, focusing light on our true being and the threads we all share, the bonds we must strengthen and the call we must listen to as the sun sets and the darkness descends across the fields.

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An Eye