Dancing with the Dark - a meandering

Darkness came to visit -
like a visitor in Rumi's guest house...

I danced with the dark;
afraid to speak the truth to it...

I danced with the dark, keeping silent,
because it was more effective than confronting it...

After months of resisting; trying to find a way out -
I gave up - and just danced;
trying to practice radical acceptance.

When I allowed the dark in,
it felt less intense - almost soothing...

How strange...

When I allowed myself to meet the darkness I felt,
instead of trying to escape from it, or push it away,
or control it - I relaxed and felt a slowing down inside
and discovered that the darkness I felt allowed me to be quiet
inside.  The darkness seemed comforting...
The darkness allowed me to feel what I needed to feel
and say what needed to be said...

I breathed deeply into the darkness -
and rested there...

Mystic Meandering
April 17, 2023

from my journal notes

The "darkness" can be anything;
sadness, grief, depression, anger;
any feeling or emotion that we have labeled
"wrong" or "dark"

Photo -
(not me :)

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OM - the song of Life - comes out of darkness
and creates everything that is -
creating from darkness; creating out of darkness.

What does this darkness need to teach me?  I asked...

Trust the darkness to take you where you need to go...

MM

Photo and Art - Mystic Meandering

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Everything is embraced/held by "The Mystery",
including what we experience as "darkness."

Nothing is excluded, even the "darkness" however
that manifests in our minds.

You have to be willing to dance with the darkness,
which only means that you are willing to meet it,
to be with it, and not try to push it away;
not resist it as something absent of Light,
but seeing that the darkness is not opposite
of Light.

Author Unknown

 

New Poem - The Dark Side of the Moon

I have gone to the dark side of the moon – again.

Slipped just outside the light – unseen, unnoticed – lost contact.

Whirling through the darkness unable to see.

Houston, is there a “problem?”

How does this happen when one has intimately Seen?

How does the One forget that it is One – believing two?

Makes me doubt the Seeing,

holding only a glimpse…

How can there be so much darkness

when one has Seen what is –

that there is only One living Itself

in the many forms – in all the experiences:

The Truth of Existence…

Life continues on the dark side of the moon,

eventually returning to the Seeing – to the Light –

with no agenda of how the trajectory should go.

Just life completing its orbit…

Simply living.

Mystic Meandering

Copyright - April 2009