The chanting
The texts
Stripping away
Layer upon layer
Of being
Seeking
At the centre
The non-being
That is everything
Outside
The first layer
Outside
The first layer
I remind myself
The darkness is always present
Even in the brightest light
Its balance is available
I remind myself
The light is not too bright
Rather my eyes remain
Accustomed to the darkness
I’m confronted with it
So big
So far to go
So little time
How will I explore it all
How will I get there
A step
At a
Time
I don’t know
Just how far
That will take me
Whether
It will be
To the end
So best
To not
Stand still
I’ve seen a hundred shots
From just this spot
But none gifted with this light
Gifted with this atmosphere
Gifted with this glory
A fortune
Of time and place
Being there
In the moment
Camera in hand