Absence of Light
(Cerri Lee)
It is dark
here, but i need no seeing eye for my task.
As i walk through her domain i reach out with my senses feeling the changes,
connecting to all of the energies that abide here with me.
The dark is a seductive mistress.
To live within her is to know the flow of life.
Attune your perceptions,
open yourself to her and she will offer you sensual pleasures
to be found no where else.
Walk with her and in that walk learn to perceive the shapes
as they caress your very being,
their colours wash over you in waves so strong you believe
you might drown in a sea of sensation.
Let the breezes with their cool fingers tease your body,
running them through your hair and down your spine
to pull away laughing as you shiver with pleasure.
Then be ready to yield once more,
catch the breath in your throat as you are touched soul to soul
with a hearts desire.
shattered in every direction you are at one with the very fabric of the creation.
Slowly you return to yourself ,
exhausted you stay a while in the arms of the mistress.
Many creatures come to court the Dark lady,
some come already attuned and prepared.
Maybe they have been before.
They know how to approach; to bring nothing,
be open, vulnerable and have trust in their hearts.
They come to give themselves back to her,
to share treasures gathered in their journeys,
adding to her depths and colours.
For this they are richly rewarded.
As for the ones who approach unprepared, with defences, conditions and demands,
they will know fear!
For such creatures as these there will be no sound, no colour,
no sensation of any kind. They will look into the depths and perceive nothing!
That is true fear.
To feel nothing, to touch nothing, when you have been told there is so much,
this is a betrayal of the highest order.
The Dark Lady shows you compassion,
but as she wraps you in her cloak you are paralysed in fear.
The blackness seems to close you in,
the breath freezes in the chest
and all that you are retreats to the smallest place your spirit can find.
Closed are your eyes,
body so still and the door is locked to keep the nothingness at bay.
It is in my service to the Lady that i search out these lost souls.
I find them in the cold places that pull at my heart.
Such fear and so much anger. The pain, hard as ice in the soul.
I weep their tears and feel their pain.
My task is to find a way through their defences.
I will tend them with love,
showering them with inspirations and messages of hope that cascade over them
like gentle rain.
Slowly, little by little,
the shell will be worn away and they will perceive the glimmer of a new life.
The fire in their hearts will be rekindled
to melt the ice from their souls.
The heart pulses gently at first, gaining in strength and speed,
new life being pushed into aching limbs.
Then... in one explosive movement
the first breath is pulled into the lungs and they are on their feet.
I want to catch them as they stumble, blind and numb,
not yet attuned to their new rhythm. But i hold back.
They must do this alone.
My heart pounds with theirs, every sensation shared, the searching,
finding at last the rewards promised so long ago.
And in the breathless moment of the new- born, feeling the touch of life itself.
Then, they are gone.
As I come back to my own senses,
I feel the pleasures and the emptiness of the mother¹s womb.
Tears of sorrow I cry for the small void that is left,
but tears of joy for the new life that will,
in the fullness of time return bringing the treasures of its journeys
to share with the Dark Lady.