Sunday, May 18, 2008


Darkness everywhere surrounds

no crack nor crevice not filled
no thought not cloaked
no feeling not skewered
by it’s ever insidious presence

Shadows and darkness,
the canvases on which we paint
our masterpiece
with brushes of light shining
from spirit and soul

A wondrous painting
with the wings of eagles
soaring amongst the heavens
filled with countless dazzling stars

So much more the painter
than the painting

Up and through what worlds
do we ascend transmuting
darkness always into light?

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