The world I live in
A strange place
Of every possibility
Progressive
Political
Psychedelic
Spiritual
Progressive
Political
Psychedelic
Spiritual
Often
That is enough
To learn the nature of darkness
So I may seek the source
Beyond the world I know
Like the ghost gums
In the Red Centre
I would come to know
Centuries later
I held you
While you grew cold
Your eyes
Already clouding
My body emptied
Of presence
Hollowed
By your absence
But it was not until
I met the Buddha on the road
That I began to heal
Breathe
Like coming up for air
In the tumult
Of crashing surf
Before the wave
Takes me under
I don’t know if it’s better
To be blinded by darkness or light
But I know it is shadow
Which gives form and texture
To an illuminated world
Of the rest, I’ve learned to follow
Not always the brightest
Nor the nearest
In the intricate darkness
I find beauty
I find insight
Without a subtle understanding
Of the complexity of darkness
I will never see the light truly