I’m huddled in my cave,
a stick fire kindled
with a flickered flame
lighting the cragged walls;
outside the winter sky
blue black and full of stars,
layers of snow upon the earth,
ice covering the sleeping trees.
There is much to consider
before I cross the river,
thought and feeling like sap
waiting in the hidden root.
I hold your memory
beneath the blanket
of all that’s passed and gone.
I look out but stay within;
there is much to heal
and still I need darkness.
Absolutely beautiful. Thanks Don.
Oh yes, this has been my February thoughts for years and years.
Takes me so long to get into the dark, into that inner engagement, that the returning sun comes nearly two months too early, every year.
Yes.
Thanks, Don
I loved that phrase “beneath the blanket of that has passed and gone.” It reminded me of a poem I wrote a few days ago of the shadow.
Moil in rocky soil
Where shadow places
Random thoughts
In Holy ground resolved…
These thoughts seem to touch the same wave length.
Thanks for the depth and beauty of your expression.
Thank you, Don.
My wife, also a poet, says she loves this.
You are a well rooted man. Thank you for this particularly sweet
tapping!
Terrific Imbolc poem, Don — thanks.
Don…I have finished my book LOVING IT ALL;LIVING WITH AN AWAKENING HEART, soon to be published. In the chapter on healing the shadow, I make exactly this point, though nowhere near as beautifully…
It’s interesting that, when I’ve gone to ground in hibernation, I release a firestorm of the past into the darkness.
Beautiful poem, Don. Dark and light.
Yes, we must retreat from time to time.
Wonderful
This one resonates SO strongly with me!
Beautifully put, and so real.
Yes. A couple of years ago I gave a service called “The Holy Dark.” All that is creative and muddy starts in the dark.
Our bodies naturally create a scab that provides a dark, protected environment for a wound to heal….wise bodies we have…
Creative and exciting dreams grow in the dark. Issues are resolved while we sleep and our busy minds quiet. Thank you for celebrating the womb of lightlessness with your beautiful poem, Don!
Yes, we all need the dark to see the stars surrounded by the vast oneness of the Universe of which we are part. We need to heal and forgive before we cross that river. Thanks Don
Indeed – I often resist it, but in this moment I embrace the darkness and let the healing occur! Thanks for the reminder….
This is such a jewel Don, and such an encouragement to these long dark wet somber days. You speak such beautiful truth.
Utterly human.
Thanks Don.
Interesting in a good way! Mysterious and true. I have shared it on all my social media platforms, and I hope others have, too!
Wonderful, Don, I really enjoyed this poem.
One of many.
Thanks for writing what the rest of us are feeling.
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