A darkness I am with today:
is anger, and while anger per se isn't necessarily dark--- I equate it with bright hot color & lots of movement, backwards forwards up, down sideways--- the dark part of this anger today is the urge to duke-it-out, to name-call, to sputter cuss words, to knock some-one-or-thing over. And that, in and of itself, is just the shadow part of the darkness. This darkness today--- this particular anger--- is more volcanic. A rumbling earthquaking ominous seat-of-your-pants, marrow of your pinkie gathering: It's going to blow! Like lava seeking it's way, burning tunnels in the darkness, this anger is righteous, more than any other.
Ha! I don't think so!
And that's the darkness I'm with today--- the unlit cavern of giving-up, turning it over to slamming words, kicked doors, and the wide arc of a full swing
knocking over that little one
smaller than me with
her big round brown eyes
knocking her over
not even looking at her
just ignoring her
Yes, a darkness in the wide-awake daylight. Not the anger, just the fear and the dance of fright hopping circles around the little puddle of tears.
And oh, yes! Deep gratitude! For my friend, Hafiz, who this morning mentions:
It Will Stretch Out Its Leg
All the classes you have sat in,
All the money you have paid
Something must be wrong, though,
If your eye still wanders through the streets
Acting like a beggar.
Why not try this:
Let all the fake teachers starve.
Picture one of the great masters
In your mind,
Put your lips against his cheek
Say, keep saying,
"Dear Beloved, pinch me.
I want proof You're near---
A love-bruise on my rump will do."
The Friend is an unfathomable well
That knows everything;
Draw from that safe luminous sky.
Stay near this book,
It will stretch out its leg and
Hugs. Love. Smiles. Tears.