In the Dark Night, seekers fear the Serpent
as well they might,
and Serpent Wisdom lets them fear until the fearing's done,
and so the Cloud of Unknowing knows
when it's now and when it's then
for seekers stepping path on path
night on night on night
When it's done, it's done.
Teeth fall out, hair and bones all gone,
the flight, the flight -
Breathing in the whole of darklight darklight darklight stone -
breathing in the bones of tempered song.
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urgently imploring
Karen, what an art/heart comment, a poem in itself.
Richard, I've been neglecting you - thanks for stopping by, and I'm coming over to visit now.