In stanzas without mentioning the L word.
Temple door.
When you or I feel darkness, even in daytime, are we asking for space to enter the experience?
With no time or space, darkness becomes instead - Pressure. a depression.
We are not allowed to step in and rest (or howl) in this darkness. we are unable to rest in the humanity of it all. And yet it is only here we allow ourselves to be purely
..ourselves. explore our pain, our sweetness and our ecstasy. Close your eyes to be reminded of the release.
Forced rhubarb.
Imagine the beauty of being handed all the darkness you need. a cloak in which to roam. Anonymity. It is not the darkness itself that makes us feel low, it is the inability to use darkness for evolution that stops us in our tracks. We live in a half-dark world and yet we do not bask in it. We see it as nuance in film. Flickers, moments. We know those deep bovine eyes. And yet it is stigma.
Encased in dark structures. steel frame and netting of a trampoline, the black line boarder of a cell on a spreadsheet forces the cell to do so much more, to grow its roots in unseen formulas. evolves the spreadsheet. imprisonment, Facts, truth, and bouncing higher than ever. The heart speaks. Cellular.
Front of weather.
Sometimes I talk in class, contemplating and discussing ideas passing through my mind. *even here there is dark delineation.. the structure itself has given me safety in order to explore my ideas.
Today I spoke about
Two opposing forces creating space and change. My minds thinks..Vectors of the body. tectonics.. molten lava rocks. I said without thinking.. ‘this is what creates everything’.
There is a meeting of sadness and joy in the dark. Intensity of holding/clinging on to familiar, nostalgia and believed identity. The Past is moving in. The future is keeping us from sleeping… the endless plans and fears. The Future is also moving in. A front of weather; a storm. When time moves towards itself, we are given no choice but to cry our hearts out, BRAVE the storm, And then let go. Softness follows. Time moves linear again. We are present in our bodies. We have changed.
Carbon vessel.
I believe change and darkness coexist. The darkness of rot and decay. Char. The words from school ‘energy is changing form’. Often the decay itself brings small beautiful attentive creatures.. the form expands. The thought expands to millions of micro-species. Quiet, essential, life.
What helps me in the darkness is this idea of expansion. It is not only a very safe space to explore, as no one can see it, (I yell again into the dark water of early morning swims. I run with my arms flailing around me at night)… it is essential to the growth of my humanness. So when you say ‘oh ground swallow me up’ the call for darkness has been identified and then we decide ... do I retreat or do I grow.. With my roots firmly in dark rich soil I will throw out my arms, let go and watch the beautiful buds appears along the bones. Darkness could be our greatest weapon when fighting for our humanity.
It is not a retreat. It is not building a shelter in the storm.. it is dancing in the storm.
But what happens if I dance in the storm and get hypothermia and shiver and die? What if my fear overwhelms me!
The Body seems to know the answer. With practice. We let go and we breath…The nervous system responds. Our inner pathways dilate, the storm enters.. Our tear-ducts calm the thunder..
Do not lock the door, here is the moment to ask for nourishment in food and friendship. Loving arms and being held. Here I am. I am taking the time to be with the darkness
So how can ‘little me’ let go in such darkness?
Remember
We were formed in darkness of the womb
The heart exists in darkness.
Essence
We are the dark.