What will we find when we explore the catacombs of our soul?
I wrote this poem in response to my introspection in 2003…
Awaken from Dark Fancy
In angst I shine my light to cast the demons from my soul.
Come forth thou darkened theater, depart your recessed hole,
Whose rot and fester haunt the hoard of my subconscious hold,
Do permeate my sight, my touch, my being’s every fold.
Forgotten, not forgiven, wretched tragedies, take flight!
Away! Begone, dark demons—oust the shadows by the light.
They are but vapors of dark fancy—creatures wrought in fear.
So see them as they are—awake! And know that love is here,
Rise up in waking presence full, awaken to love’s giving,
Awaken to love’s essence pure. Awake to join the living.
If we don’t look into our own shadows, we will never see the untruths that we have believed about ourselves that have, by default, formed the foundation of our lives.
I first wrote this post a while ago, and I’m sharing it now because it has come up often recently, and now is such a time of change. A couple of months ago, someone asked me these questions (paraphrasing):
This post is a different mode of expression from others recently. It’s an original poem that expresses in broad strokes my journey out of dark night back to inner-guided life.
Someone presented this cartoon recently on one of my favorite groups. Aside from what kind of cookies we all liked to “medicate” with, our dialog went like this…
All truth passes through three stages. First, it is ridiculed. Second, it is violently opposed. Third, it is accepted as being self-evident.