This flow of time
Leaves rings behind
There to learn
From rearward reckonings
Patterns of existence
Wrote stories
Rendered in forgotten stone
One small soul sundered
Moments lost
To oblivion
‘Til some sad spelunking
Anguished excavation
For traumas buried
Reveals the source
Of present sufferings
And with such insight gained
Arise small hope
For healing and recovery
I reach
For the heavens
Anchored to earth and sea
Not yet ready
To soar beyond the clouds
Though I have touched
The sky
The light within
Too dim
To illumine
My confines
A window
Lets in
The light
Of the world
Slight
Narrow
Itself confined
To a shaft
Enough to illumine
Patterns
Which become bricks
In one wall of my
Confinement
That there is a wall
Unnerves me
But a prison of bricks
Is preferable to one of darkness
So I welcome the light
Invite its wisdom
Its insight
Ask it
Is there more here than the bricks?
A soft, warm chuckle precedes its reply
There is
You will not like much of it
Many things in the light
Seem terrifying
That is the way of life
But so too is there beauty
And love
In the light
And while terror
Is found easily enough
In the darkness
Love and beauty need light
I nodded
Contemplated for a moment
Then turned to the light
I accept this challenge
And so began
The journey to discover
Me
They spoke across a divide
Wide as eternity
Two dim lights
On distant shores
Obscured by the haze
Of time
But for their light
They’d have lost each other
Utterly
Such is the nature of binaries
Each caught in the gravity
Of the other
Their light grew
As they consumed time
With memories
And old promises
Spoken and unspoken
Still to be kept
The haze dispersed
The divide reduced
To a vision
A touch
An embrace
My guide drew silent
I entered the fog alone
Still I found the light
Old Sol burned a hole in the sky
Igniting the wake of our flight
We sailed on
Into the night
Into the darkness
With the hope a new day
Would bring a better light
He dreamed of another time
A time that never was
In a place that might have been
He dreamed of a bridge
From a land spare and dry
To a fabled city on a hill
He dreamed of a fog
That stood between
Where he was
And where he could be
In the dream
The fog never cleared
He never crossed the bridge
When he woke
He realized the fog
Was the nightmare of his childhood
The bridge was a path
From the child to the man
From who he was
To who he could be
He would never cross the bridge
So long as he held the fears
Of the child
He would never overcome the fears
Until he allowed himself
To feel the child’s pain
As falls the water
So fall I
Into the chasm
The inevitable course
Into the tumult I tumble
Fractured until no more than mist
There in the light discover
The true nature of I
Refracting all hues of possibility
Disassembled I
Finds the path
From broken to whole
The change comes
From full light
To a beacon
In the coming darkness
Scant illumination
But enough to see me
Through night’s passage
With faith for
A new day coming
On calm seas
I take a moment
Just to sit and be
In my own thoughts
My own body
Reflect on the emotions
All bottled up
Which fill me to overflowing
When they come
Leave the sluice gates open
Don’t restrict the flow
Let them wash over me
Allow them to take what they will
The torrent is hard
And full
A tumult of the repressed
When the tide finally ebbs
Walk the flood path
Take stock of the flotsam and jetsam
Retrieve what is dear and useful
Leave whatever is not
After thanking it
For the lessons
Insight comes
But not without its reckonings
And with these comes healing
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