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A bird flutters down to the sidewalk

It rests at my feet

But, no

It’s an autumn leaf

©aother

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Photo:

Daniel Heikalo

Feuille sur bois

 

Tangled up in filaments of fear

Tripping on hope

Slipping on longing

I stumble and grope in despair

The unknown my hunting ground

Without end

Bordered by death

And life

Tangled up in a web of providence

I release my hold on all

And breathe in anew…

 

©aother

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Darkness

She closed her eyes and peered into the darkness… velvety, translucent yet impenetrable; it held all the mysteries, and all the fears.

Closer and closer the darkness grew, enveloping her imaginary being, holding it, cradling it. Such strange comfort in the arms of nothingness….

As if this endless dark held an answer, an absolution, a revelation.

And yes, why not, a miracle. What kind, she did not know.

She just stared and stared until images began to emerge from the tactile background, distant yet close enough to touch, if you had the courage.

In the world of darkness, she had no fear. And so she looked on and on, exposing her whole being to the unknown space that did not exist beyond her eyelids.

A sanctuary of her own making. A friend. She kept her eyes closed for so long she did not know if she would open them again. Ever. Nor did she want to.

A welcome blindness, unreal yet comforting. In her waking state it would devastate her. But here, behind the veil, it held her gently, without demand, forever if she wanted.

Did she?…