Sliding Through
Featured in CORE: [C.O.R.E] 27 July 09.
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All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Core [C.O.R.E], Live, Love, Dream: , Parallel Dimensions, Spiritual Art and You're AcceptedSliding through the darkness, slovenly, tripping over hardwired suggestions looking for that unremembered spark. It glimmers like an unlit moon, sometimes it can be seen. Like the sun through a misty hazy sky, in blackness it can sometimes be sensed. The darkness calls, it summons unto itself the unremembered spirit of who you are, seeking you out with a promise – a promise of light, a promise of yourself, of truth: in the darkness it lies.
Call unto yourself the darkness, like a mound of black eels, slippery underground cave dwelling, like a thick rubbing slime of cloud, like a life-fulfilling mist, powered by the forces of the universe. Don’t forget the darkness in your search for the light. Come unto thee, darkness, come.
The darkness is not evil, though dark. It laughs, mocks threatens offers life and death because it is the truth though not the whole truth. It teases and threatens with the truth, holds it out takes it back and fills you with its laughter and makes you think you are evil but it is the laughter of precognition. If you were so very psychic you would realise.
It calls you to your unhappiness and makes you love it. You love your tears and you love the darkness and you realise that that is where your truth has been all the time.
Once more you resume the journey, ready to devour. You learnt a lot in your tiring rest from life and doing so little the hard way. You become a magic elf-laden weapon of deep love. You think darkness is blindness. It is not. It is like true vision. The music seduces and threatens as your baby mind wanders aimlessly on the path.
Cuddles from the dark sister, warm and dangerous – the dark master offers his rough hand. You can be shaken alive and dead and rent asunder and torn with tears and knives and love your true self that hides in the darkness, hiding from the sterile fluorescent glare of this laboratory world. It hides rage passion desire love reality truth.
Release the wicked worm and let it eat away at the necrosis of your life. Let it rise and mate copiously with your desire. Let love express its dark side and the devouring hunger feed on life instead of your insides. Let your organs feast on. Life is behind that bubble and you pass through the membrane into the tactile felt world, suffocating on fresh breath and pulsating harshly like a teenager on a hot summer night.
Lightning strikes your rain-soaked brow, a deeper purpose calling you down, down. Take apart the wall, brick by brick, that keeps the world’s darkness in check, building the pressure; and let the dark light brightly shine – I can smell the darkness, smell its beguiling rancour. Live its truth and let its fire burn in you as a gift to the world. Oh come great beast and free us from the drear. Loose us from this fake blackness and let us embrace the real thing so that the light may shine through us, the light blazing deep in the darkness that governs all things. Look into the eye of evil and see its still glowing hope for love. See how it yearns for the love of the universe and deliver it from its hell. Govern me with love and take me into your heart, o darkness, goddess of rejects, deity of robbery; and give me your love, your courage, your perseverance. Your ever-lasting life. Be braver than I and give me your breath so that I may know you, know life once more and joy and the happiness that come from complete self-acceptance. You call to me and I hear you paranoia, your fear of discovery. Know that I accept you, however much work that takes. Teach me to know.
Slippery sliding eel-like bolts of energy like a blacked-out night-club filled with undesirables; this is the place where lies can be stolen, fear can be opened up and truth can be found, censorship be outlawed.
No-one cares here for results; they come without effort. Wishes are replaced with fulfilment. Hope dies, unnecessary. Awareness unsought is brought on waves of joy. The double edges of sad and happy on the sword of joy cut through ignorance. Knowledge of the deepest kind is drunk from a fountain and a swooning fairness runs across all. Break away from false desire – true desire is there on tap. Passion for life, love for all, truth for everyone who wants it. It’s a shaking, laughing, bawling madhouse of truth and it will vibrate your name and call out the devils and shake them from you. You can hear yourself calling in that lunatic music and you dance away your dread. You are not afraid.
The animals love you. The tiger escapes the zoo and you take off together, outlaws to decent society but in love with the breath. You are born free and you are free. That life that had fallen into disuse is yours again. Breathe it with power and light and love.
A dark birth to precede the light; enjoy it, it will tear the terror from your heart. Move around in your darkness: it’s a significant life, sensual and sexy. The light is God, but it is born of the Dark Mother.
Blueriddle8
this is beautifully written and I feel like it has a lot to teach about the transformations that occur in life.
“The darkness calls, it summons unto itself the unremembered spirit of who you are, seeking you out with a promise – a promise of light, a promise of yourself, of truth: in the darkness it lies.”
I feel this whole heartedly-if you don’t explore the darker aspect of your psyche you will be incapable of seeking light, love, freedom etc. Both light and dark travel hand in hand. very well writen. I really enjoyed it and will read it again..
smallfox replied
Thank you. I’m glad you can identify with it. Some people might find this rather negative but it was written in a very positive and adventurous spirit.
Ushna Sardar
smallfox replied
Wow! I didn’t expect that! Thank you!!