You sinking, falling, depth defying pit.
There is no room for light, your teachings take up too much space.
You are a lecture taught by blankness.
Daunting darkness, you impress me.
Frightening to the eyes.
Your intimidating appearance gives me the feeling of my stomach dropping to the floor.
Yet, you make me wonder. As if I am a child,
On Christmas Eve, who gazes at brightly colored boxes under a tinsel covered tree.
You make me over thrown with temptation.
Let go of all possessions and fear, for no one can see you.
Allow this pure matter to engulf you.
It is comforting, like pilling dozens of velvet smooth blankets on top yourself on a cool, brisk evening.
Your conscience is cleared, with no opportunity for distraction.
Be still and breath.
Open your heart to new teachings.
Teach Me Darkness
March 23, 2017