Spirit knows how to do it.
We don’t need to figure it out.
You peer into the world
from beneath thick underbrush, charred forest remains
once lively with spirit, now black burnt bodies
still standing tall after trauma,
patches of green sunlight zig-zagging in-between,
vestiges of the good that had been.
Charred husks blocking brightness, as
sunshine toils to find its way down,
diffusing warmth upon your skin.
Your eyes, outward facing, searing aliveness
into the bleak, and boldness to the meek.
It is Light tendering to Darkness a fresh vision of itself.
As the luminescent Source breaks away from its cover and grey-toned edges grow sharper,
it is Darkness calling out for the Light.
Eager now to join together in sacred matrimony.
Light within Dark, merely resting as darkness.
Dark no longer obscuring Light, but glorifying its holy name.
Two faces of an infinite Oneness.
Embracing each other timelessly across eons and galaxies.