Category Archives: darkness

There is no such thing as a real void

void

There is no such thing as a real void.
I just read this
in ‘seven brief lessons on physics’.
No thing is ever really empty.
The glass, or the bucket,
before it is filled,
swarms with the tiniest of particles –
invisible forces that leap and bump,
disperse and collect, like a
flock of finches in the midst of flight
gliding across the vast and open sky
as if inseparably, one.
There is no such thing as a real void
so when you tell me you are empty
or lost to yourself, when you say
hope has dried up and left
behind only a hollow husk
I know we are blinded by sight.
There is no such thing as a real void.
You contain multitudes
and I am determined to leer
beyond the first glance
beyond the grime that lurks at the surface
beyond the reach of my arm
and its inability to grasp air, space, time
and loss. I am determined
to leer into the void
where all that is born
is of the same celestial seed,
where snails and turtles,
butterflies and humans
all share one ancient ancestor
and where, in the darkest and loneliest
and bleakest of holes,
all we know
is that when a star collapses
a universe is born.

Breath(e)

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Dark, no place for shadows
Quiet, snow falls upon itself
Evasive light
Empty sound
Silence fills me up
I breathe it in
And breathe it out
Ah, bliss

Sunflower, again

The yellow leaves 
of the tallest sunflower
glow their brightest 
against the fading backdrop
of a setting sun.

How is it, as the light retreats,
and darkness approaches, 
this twilight canvas
gives rise 
to the most perfect hue of all?

Are we like the sunflower,
to be truly seen, made visible, 
only in the crack
where light greets the dark?

This body

The following are some excerpts from a longer piece of writing titled ‘This Body’…

It waits, impatiently, 
hungrily, hopefully.

It wants to be still,
to listen,
to sever the ties 
to guilt, obligation, 
and fearful living.

It wants to fall to the ground
cracked open with light,
and morph  
in the womb of darkness,
into even a moon sliver 
of all that it ever imagined 
it might be.

It wants to write,  
to dance,
to glimpse its strength
and trace its contours
upon the clay of the earth.

It wants to move,
to stop, 
to breathe.

It wants to laugh, uncontrollably, 
and to weep,
for as long as it takes, 
the tears to heal the hurt.

This body wants to sink into the abyss of love,
to be loved and give love
to make love and be love
to feel love 
and touch love.

This body wants to know wisdom, 
truth and forgiveness,
deep in its core, 
its cells, 
its synapses, its blood.

It wants to know where to find bliss, 
how to lay down on a bed of nails or
a mountain of feathers 
and surrender,
before it’s too late to ever get up again.

It wants to discern its own needs and desires
before they are moulded
into words,
slowly and gently, moving
toward them, into them, beyond them.

It wants to touch beauty, 
when it sees itself, 
inside and out.

This body – 
a warrior, a vessel, 
a moment in time –
wants what it wants.

Sink into your body, let its story unfold…what would it say?

Sunflower – Part II – small stone Jan 21

20120121-210713.jpgI woke up to you,
transformed by the alchemy of night
that twisted and turned you,
laid you flat, splayed open
with nothing left to hide.
All along I thought it was the light
that held the magic, the power
but you have shown me
that to be deepened and darkened,
embraced by Hekate, that lunar spirit,
goddess of night,
is what it truly takes
to come alive.

Twilight – small stone Jan 18

Now-chipped wedding pink nail-polish 
glows in the in-between light,
as if neon.  Shadows creep 
across the white purity of the page
trying to catch the blue of words.
All make one last, and brightest, cry for freedom
before the darkness gathers
them up, and has them for her own.