There is such a thing as too much light—
glare, overexposure, whiteout, blinding flash.
LED-emergency-neon-advertising-brights
blast at us continually.
There is no silence of light.
We close our eyes to see better.
We enter into the darkness,
the shades of this world, its secrets;
our own shadows, veiled and blinkered,
the dark inner places where we most need healing;
the unknown that folds itself around us like night.
The dark consumes all our questions,
everything we’re waiting for.
We let it be dark— earth-dark, womb-dark.
Before any big bang, calculation is impossible.
Only what is given occurs.
In this dark, deeper than willing or knowing,
there is only being, and in the dark we find
it is being-with. Steadfast presence.
Something like home, like hands encircling.
We let the mystery enfold us,
the better to see.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net
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