Dark Thoughts
Shadows point you to the light
Darkened mind, greyed-out world, unlit room.
Sadness close to madness, we are dumb, we are doomed.
Talks and promises hit and run, eyes left running, days run too — dry of wit.
Massacre, attack, invasion.
Greed, betrayal, inflation.
Seeking out the darkest place — to do what needs to be the case.
A corner, full of books, back covered from the crooks.
A single light, a candle. All enough for me to handle.
Finding light, finding ways, to enhance my living space.
None of all the modern crap, none of TV, phone, or app.
Solves a problem, lighten up.
Neither news of threats and war.
But in stories, short or long, there is stuff that makes me strong.
Candlelight is just enough to get rid of all the bluff.
Words of wisdom, thought, or wonder.
Helps me overcome the thunder-like
mind of darkness.
Peace and quiet — cozy shadows — warming words.
Inspiration — imagination — procrastination.
Away is the greyish world of betray.
Instead is the mindful state of today.
The moment of joy.
Darkness blurs the certainty,Â
sparseness dims the urgency,Â
shadows add immensity.
Darkness meets the light and makes it clear. Takes away the former fear.
Darkness makes the endless room
where thoughts of light can grow ahead
of insights made from what I read.
"Away is the greyish world of betray.
Instead is the mindful state of today.
The moment of joy."
This is the dilemma isn't it? In the midst of the rising turmoil I turn inward for peace.
At once advisable, and also plagued with the sense of futility and escape. Like I would do something to repair the mess, but it so overwhelms and it is such an impossible task, that the only thing I know how to try to work on is myself.
Good work.