I sit in amazement as I am swallowed by shear darkness. A darkness beyond description. A deep dark darkness. Awareness of the depth of darkness creates my heart to pant and my mind to race just from the uncertainty and powerful loneliness within the darkness....Sitting in the deep dark.

Suddenly like a beautiful butterfly first emerging, your painted heart beats to fear and fear morphs into panic.....sitting in the deep dark.

The irony of the beautiful butterfly combined with emotions of shear panic is puzzling yet comprehensible....Sitting in the deep dark.

Panic is tranquilized into static clarity which slowly vibrates a spark of speck light and in speck light you find love....Sitting in the deep dark.

Awe this darkness just as common to a vast deep ocean but one without end. Like an ocean its waters are rough turbulent and over powering. Yet also so smooth calm and soothing. It's your choice which waters you are to sail. Although a choice picked out of a fish bowl of choices you simultaneously created while.....Sitting in the deep dark.

Pitch black where shadows live yearning for a mere glimmer of light to be cast in a role... is where you find your darkest secrets. It's where you see yourself as self. It's where you identify your pain and find your love. It's where you die and where you were born. This deep dark space is for you alone. It's yours and cannot be someone else's. No this darkness is yours and it's always there waiting for you to go create.. a speck of light. The color of the light is up to you but darkness owns the shadows.....Sitting in the deep dark.