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A Blog, A Path, Enchanted Words

Poetry

Look Further Down the Path

As the night falls,
as the darkness becomes the way of life,
there are no outlets for the senses,
unless
looking deeper into the dark,
the path shows a route for beliefs.

Step by step there are many things to stimulate the mind,
a tiny little beetle setting upon a leaf,
even in darkness, there is so much alive,
an almost glowing frog from the moonlight,
in air,
the owl flies for its meal.

Even the hue of flowers come through,
though, they are less prominent,
they give off what you perceive exists in color.

The path continues,
step by step is even more full of life’s wonders.
Why does the ant continue all day and all night?
They don’t sleep, as you or I.
The occasional sound of a night bird,
is heard,
and it goes on.

Such a way each day unto the night brings,
gives us our perspective of life, a truth,
all of the Great Spirit’s creations never really leave us.

Insightful Dimension

 
It is not the way of the spirit,
allowing for an opened door to darkness.
 
The harshness sends inward the soul,
overflows the strength it needs,
deep into a bottomless pit.
There it succumbs,
encompassing a nothingness,
making the soul like crumbs of hard rock.
Not enough light for living,
not any feelings for life,
not anything at all.
 
Yet,
 
in the depths of its hidden doors,
one, only one stands out.
It opening ever so slightly, slow,
what pores out in unfathomable power,
brilliantly chinning upward,
through the nothingness,
breaking the darkness into light,
she flowing effortlessly through it all,
till above the pit,
in all her graceful ways.
 
She becomes the strength lost,
a path so instilled the soul,
it begins to rise,
rising and giving the spirit,
an opened door of sorts,
where the mind has no thought of despair,
weakness of heart,
loss of hope.
 
It in itself,
 
takes the strength and dissipates darkness.
Removes the hold set so deep,
the pit, thus becoming nothing itself.
The breath of freshness,
that heaviness of heart,
where the path loss to the soul,
 
the spirit now knowing it shall rest easy,
there will be no dark door, ever.
She brought the road to follow,
filled with many avenues to live life,
each unto its lesson,
where the soul learns of faith, belief.
 
She is an angel.
Always, forever, close, even if within
the confides of the worse felt moments,
those heartless holds of the soul,
put upon by the darkness,
flowing out through her own,
deepened hidden door.
 
Showing the spirit a place where can be alive.
Giving strength from inside,
for the flesh to be who it needs to be.
 
Relishing in its dimension.