I caught the darkness

 

 it was drinking from your cup..*

catching myself being caught..

praying in that /this moment 

that it is not contagious...

the mind has a way..

is it the mind?

the ego-ish mind 

has a way 

of

circling the drain once 

it 

starts 

going 

down..

sometimes i grab my throat..

or thump my chest to see if i might 

break the spell..

though that particular mind 

has a mind 

of its own..

a separate entity 

of enmity 

going down..

the medicine,

the cure..

actually

is

the 

letting 

down

deep in the lowlands 

there is this pause..

a standstill 

maybe a cease fire..

where i..

whoever that may be..

breaks free

lollops.. into the murk..

the mirth

resting there 

seeing 

so very clearly

how i held/hold my-self 

at odds 

with  - away - from

the whole galaxy..

bluster!

sudden luster 

light!

i am the drinker

i am the drink

i am the cup

I am  awake!

does that ever happen to you?

whoever you may be....

* leonard cohen

do not be dismayed by the brokenness of the world.

all things break. and all things can be mended.

not with time,  as they say,  but with intention.

so go.

love the world intentionally, extravagantly, unconditionally.

the broken world waits in the darkness for the light that is you.

                                    ~ l. r. knost