You know me…

Sometimes the desire to be lost comes over me like a vapor

I am

Such a stranger to myself

I go up…

to heaven

I make my bed…

in hell

I hardly exist

I wear so many heavy coats

And Darkness far more wonderful than any words

You are there

Inescapable

This darkness is a blind man’s beginning

Creating all of creation and breaking it down

Seeing everything and nothing

Possibilities and horrors

Do you think there is anything in darkness that is not attached by its unbreakable cord to everything else?

Darkness and light are the same.

If this is lost… let us be lost always.