I don't want to paint it today
I'm tired of the rocks and the water
I'm not scared of it
Though I know what it can do
All I really want
Is to look beyond it
To the open sky
And paint white clouds
I knew the moment I finished it
That I was the 'body on the rocks'
Lying on hard, immutable 'truths'
I can't quite integrate.......yet.
In pain
Flashes of sight
Become insight
Now wanting the light
To penetrate
Not quite, yet able
To let it all in.
It's been a hard road. Early on I realised, but couldn't accept for a long time, that this life was about integrating the dark side. There is no possibility for redemption, no way to become whole unless and until we can do that. Darkness is not just out there. It's a shamanic journey and if it is your fate then you simply can't escape it. The pain arises from resistance, but who wouldn't resist?
It is a fearful thing to fall into the hands of the living God.
Hebrews 10:31
But just as there is darkness there is light, if one is powerful then the other must be also. And it is true, if one knows great evil then one can also know great love.
3 comments:
JOAN CAMPBELL SAID:
Love your eloquent poem and meditative mood in the clouds: the state of being aware without struggle ( that Wilbur writes about so much).
How is it possible to know Light without having experienced Dark? So it is with all. What dull soul would want to live without those highs and lows?
Don't know about eloquent, I just try to write as it feels, in simple terms for that sort of prose. I thought your response was very erudite Joan.
Joan replied:
I think eloquence comes from writing how one feels and I don't think it is as easy as it sounds and it is only really convincing as one becomes in real touch with one's feelings....like peeling the onion. I sometimes have to write many drafts.
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