The darkness in me
rises up in its stealth
unknown to me
it has cast its web.
When I groan and I look
and see less all around
I know I am caught
in the trap of old songs.
Then comes the joy
of knowing where to go,
just inwards in silence
just inwards in hope.
And the training takes over
the mind takes a rest,
the heart opens up
showing all is at its best.
The darkness will stay
as will the light.
The practice is with me
in joy, sorrow and fight.
I bow to my soul
for the path it has taken.
I bow to the Divine
for a life now awakened.