candlemas
the Mystery is not in wishing or yearning
it is the fallow dark
where we shed foreknowledge
and dreams
and lie silent
contemplating the abject terror
of the moment when we Become.
the moment the fire touches the wick
another day, a hand, an accident...
pushes OUT
and into being.
it is the fallow dark
where we shed foreknowledge
and dreams
and lie silent
contemplating the abject terror
of the moment when we Become.
the moment the fire touches the wick
another day, a hand, an accident...
pushes OUT
and into being.