In Vino Veritas, our heroine
I can give you light
If that’s all you ask for.
I can show you something
That requires only trust.
Leaps of faith like this
Are often too much –
Even for the Enlightened.
Sometimes the darting
Fly fish lure dancing
on the surface of your heart
is mistaken for darkness’s craving.
Oh, that ever tempting darkness
That cascades down
Like the nurturing warmth
Of a collapsing body
Into a soft bed.
Then the stunned limbs,
Betrayed,
Are ensnared, captivated –
Possessed.
I have slept with darkness too…
I have fallen privy to its intoxication
The madness of its quantity.
It is addictive, mad, spindizzy
And feels ineffably desirable.
It is also full of vice and folly.
Now I skirt the periphery –
Dipping into darkness’s shallows
Aware that one more time,
too many…
and borders dissolve,
whirl pooling to the core.
What is it about the darkness
that the light does not seem to own?
I can show you light if that’s all you ask for.
For Light and Dark are mirrors for another –
Displaying each to each.
But light remains different
It vibrates, resonates … liberates.
And it is most recognisable
To those who have known its reverse.
July 22nd, 2006 at 5:46 pm
Now I think I am finding a dark side of the faith without belief, that forlorn cry of Soren Kierkegaard.
Emptiness of enlightenment.
September 28th, 2006 at 1:57 pm
One craves for light after tunnelling the dark too long. U r correct - without the prior knowledge of the dark, the light is unknowable, or unappreciated, or quickly forgotten.
November 11th, 2007 at 10:14 pm
darkness is a replica of the light
the only difference is
it´s nude