I write at night,
mostly.
once the dark sets in my line clears.
and I start to hear, on some nights,
voices within trying to get out.
so I write.
I remember the advice
that each project should be
delighted in as my first.
each new moment must be given its due.
so few seem to feel this depth.
so few of us have yet to see whats possible.

each one is just as meaningful as the next
and the last.
10 years prior or lifetimes passed.
each capture of time is best spent in it.
just in that moment.
I want to live each one out loud.
there exists a burn to devour it.
to force it down.
hunger in the belly of the beast.
passion for the minutes relief,
for the next moment that comes.

each one is a part of the song.
the song plays long and slow
spanning strings of time.
each strum follows the cords
they shift from one way to the other.
they constantly move. we are
riders on the waves
bubbling from atop. and the waves just
never stop.
they move with the clouds and air
and the water.
they keep the song playing.
listen closely to the tune.
hear her play...
she moves silently. quietly.
shifting space with her tones.

she knows those low dark tones,
she creates in these scales.
the spark is seen for only a moment,
the next ones are ruptures of more.
more new moments, being birthed in the dark.
where the true courage starts.
the fire that makes this stage go.
we forget what it takes to grow,
the light always pierces through.
it moves and shifts, reflects its gifts,
etches out vibrations previously thought gone.
coaxing itself through patterns of dark.
pressing against the sides, making its presence known.

you see I write in the dark because
the dark knows me.
I pierce through its womb with an intensity.
I am buried deep within its core.
my sound is low and it is absorbed by the ground,
by her body. she likes my sound.
she begs for it, late at night.
desiring a full cup.
I must admit there is an intense lust,
a want to feel this ****** of the light.
I wish to be the dark,
the trust, the part of us that receives
unconditionally. the receptor of things.
I have wondered if such moments were
thought for me.
to be open to receive continuously,
I think I would then experience free fully,
try I must.

and the trees are the ones who
gave it up.
helped me step my game up.
before I was walking with my head down.
it was time to grow up,
heal some family wounds,
toughen up. each time my foot touched
down I knew the alignment was perfect.
some felt like a tight squeeze,
a slow death. some I would sing
temptations breaths, I would imagine
I was somewhere else.
I didn't have the trees then.
they had to let me live.
I found them. and now we
are friends and Ill tell you it begins with just
noticing them.
really noticing them, the divine being within.
they record the memories of here.
they capture times stories, leaving air
for my womb to birth anew.
how magical do we have to get
to finally allow the truth through?

this thing we do,
this dancing celebrate,
its the dance that matters.
the movement.
the sway from one side of the planet
to the other. how the waves shift back
and forth. never pausing for a rest.
energy is in constant movement.
changing from moment to moment.
definitions always change.
things must always be redefined.
we define time.
this,
this manifestation of it,
time awaits its direction.
it awaits between the ticks,
faithful for the next moment.

and if this is the last poem I read I
could release my grip and merge
knowing that my hearts voice was left
on the page.
the truth of my soul.
everything is as it is.
designed, either for this way or the next.
everything is ok.
remember we are the head of the quartet.
we are the sound that travels from the core,
the dark steps,
we are the actual steps of the one.
our path is clearly set. and the dark awaits
the intrusion, with great angst.
creation begins again.

when I am writing I feel this within,
this darkness being enlightened
by sharp colors and bright light.
it forces my mind to cleanse.
breaks through the deep caverns
created back then, before the trees
started talking and way before now.
now I just allow it all in.
I just put my head back and open.
I receive the light and
my hunger lessens.
my core tingles and listens.
she calls the light deep within,
she calls it to the darkest of corners
and she sets me free,
confident now to say
I am no longer scared of the dark.