Friday, September 6, 2013

MOTHS

Like moths we hover
"round the gas street light
afraid  of returning to the Depths of Darkness
preferring the edge instead

But the Darkness has an irresistible reality
it glows
we must make the objective  real
by Reaching Out
like a babe in a crib reaching out with one hand
for that indefinable something

Listening, feeling, forming
The internal craving for You
innate, intuitive
it prompts us to Reach Beyond

We plummet, descend into the Black Void
Objective Reality dissolves
Only by this Primal Contact
can You survive
In Darkness is our Soul, nourished
fed then bled
the Blood Sacrifice is of the Body only
by it the Soul blossoms, expands
then dissipates

What is done in Darkness
bubbles to the Surface
keys for transforming the objective world

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