The Dark Night.
Comes Closer:
(Sleepwalking)
It’s as if the soul calls out to it;
Dissatisfied,
Lonely,
Tired,
Hopeless,
Hungry,
Filled with longing;
Desperate with desire
To feel,
To truly live.
Draws Near:
(The Search)
The soul hunts for it everywhere;
Happiness,
Acceptance,
Vitality,
Hope,
Value,
Passion.
On the Radio, TV, street signs,
Newspapers, magazines;
Everywhere.
And The Sun Sets:
(The Relief Cycle)
As the soul struggles in its search,
Last traces of light are gulped;
The soul sighs with bliss.
Mere mirages in a state of shadows,
They leave the wounded thirsty;
The soul cries out in horror.
Again and again and again.
And The Dark Falls:
(The Nightmare Cycle)
Grief, confusion, and exhaustion;
The self is helpless in waiting,
Unable to discern what is real.
Fear and agony squeeze the heart;
Replaced by imminent death and doom,
All light is terminated.
And Midnight
Stills:
(Absolute Apathy)
And everything is dead.
Nothing exists as it did before.
The world is built of sand.
Nothing has any meaning.
There is no reason to eat.
There is no reason to drink.
There is no reason to speak,
Laugh, cry, sleep, or even move.
All has fallen empty.
And everything is dead.
And everything is dead.
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Clouds Begin To Glow:
(Waking Up)
Prayer;
The mourning of the sinful self,
The begging for forgiveness,
The realization of divine love,
The waking up of newborn senses.
The slow standing on shaky knees,
The careful hope in each deep breath,
The heavy tears in awe of life,
The beauty of creation.
The Sun Comes Up:
(And The Seasons Give Birth To Spring)
Alive! Alive!
Alive! Alive!
Raw beautiful,
Alive.
