Caught in a dream of darkness,
where the light will not come on
and a hand holding mine down,
is the definition of a scary nightmare.
Now, I am left to ponder what this means,
what it portends for me?
I believe in the dance of opposites,
the dueling swashbuckling sword clashing
paradox battle. Was I being called upon
to remember that I am wholly capable
of conquering the darkness? For, if it is
truly the light, the intense light I seek,
then I must confront all areas of my life,
where the darkness dwells. Like the all
consuming tiger in dream fable-
I must embrace the frightening darkness,
and find that in a snap, my own fingers banish
all darkness, so that now I am blessed
to bask in the sweet light- salvaged
from the darkness conquered.
As an Ecstatic Poet, my aim is to awaken in you, the part of you that knows the truth of your being, the beauty of your soul.