How Dark The Beginning Of The Day Is...
how dark the beginning
bristles with extreme sensitivities,
fasting on pleasures, peace
interrupted by pain that’s never far behind.
it appears we are in the chaos
that churns between stable eras.
glory in the intentions
of naming,
reveal first principles,
the apocalyptic knockdown argument.
we come out of the world not into it...
waves from the ocean roar to shore
tossed across spacetime in ripples,
the shaker, the prime mover,
the universe peoples...
we are an expression of the whole realm
of nature,
unique individuals.
emergency surrounds you,
a storm inside capsizing.
this is the price to be paid for increasing consciousness.
standing naked in the forest at twilight
do not let the future disturb.
we cannot catastrophize our future.
species survive in the verve.
walk with those words
moving in your square, punch drunk
finding them under the color block.
make visible the fears of the modern world.
walking owl trail laid bare,
past the versifier’s imagination
at the small willow grove
in place of abundance,
embrace Sausalito shaking the wall
in the good of the dark,
powerful benevolent negation
first yields to the light
bathed in all its praise,
let there be. let there be
dark in the good light,
then there was the mare
asking,” have you seen the good dark?”
under the fear of change,
we cannot be more sensitive to pleasure
without being more sensitive to pain.
we pay a big price for increasing consciousness.
quicken those connections,
emergent patterns
co-emerging in the perpetual development dance.
placed on the weather vane
four-axis blows in the wind,
the breath of life on the dark
sends the spark
out in the fields:
psychological– behavioral– cultural– systemic–
come forth complex thinkers,
level up; intensify, hasten the love
from our age of developmental imbalance.
look inside yourself to bring forth the beautiful darkness.
elevate consciousness
back into the balance of threeness in oneness.
the dark and light spun in our room,
lovers in pleasure and pain naming the thing
in this prism making a new light, enough.
In the morning,
we talk about how dark
the beginning of the day is.
