Sweet Darkness

Sometimes things go flat.  Or dull, lacking sparkle.  Sometimes this lasts for a while....or longer and fear can rise up in you ....I'm done...good for nothing......can't think of what I was good for in the first place.....

another fear can arise.....a fear of allowing the flat time....if I do I may never get out of bed or wash my hair again....

I read this David Whyte poem today that puts so beautifully how that flat, dark time can be just where the answer lies to your coming alive again.

Sweet Darkness

When your eyes are tired

the world is tired also.

When your vision is gone

no part of the world can find you.

Time to go into the dark

where the night has eyes

to recognise its own.

There you can be sure

you are not beyond love.

The dark will be your womb

tonight.

The night will give you a horizon

further than you can see.

You must learn one thing.

The world was made to be free in.

Give up all the other worlds

except the one to which you belong.

Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet

confinement of your aloneness

to learn

anything or anyone

that does not bring you alive

is too small for you.