While the wind storms, the days are darkening, there’s a crossing between the sensing of light – and the paths of darkness.
I walk, I move, to the light side from the dark, and from the light, back into the darkness — carrying that light, even the dark side has points of exploration that one must travel to: carry the light.
There are doors, mysterious and ancient gates. And you go through them to the center of the earth, that labyrinth that lies as the patterning of everything that is known. Coming out, you are changed.
Couldn’t that be true of any door? Any portal — the transom of transformation — form, transitioning to change. From one side to the other, you come out in a different condition.
While the rain comes, I’m going there — back, deep, into the dark with the light. What might the next portal be, then?
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