Darkness
is only a compression of light so dense that it seems to pull everything into it so that there is no room for any movement, any quiver of breath or meaning an emptiness that is packed full of absence; simultaneously an arrival and a departure.
but darkness is also presence a container for buried longing a place of deep resonance a time of timeless width where pilgrims stop to rest and seekers relent to the relentless cycling of the wave upon the sand and the stars in the night sky.
darkness can seem harsh and yet so infinitely soft it is an endless unravelling an abandonment of self that which feels abandoned yet is always, always found in the waiting stillness where shadows swirl settling in myriad patterns.
the veil of darkness covers just as much as it uncovers gently embracing loss even as it deftly hides pain in the unmaking of being where desire seems swallowed but is actually unspooling like the ongoing whirling of every dervish who danced.
the darkness is my unknowing and something of my knowing in a world that confounds me as certainly as it awes me and knowing gets in the way of remembering the awe as it takes me to places where darkness obliterates me as we obliterate the earth.