Wandering the Edge of Dark and Light

Sunrise sings soft pink and orange Alpenglow across the Mammoth mountains

Beneath splendor, what lurks?

Is there darkness hiding behind the beauty, shadows hiding from the glowing beams

Does darkness hide? Or just exist? Is it an equal pull to become dark or to glow from a neutral place?

And can darkness feel like a glow in and of itself, is there something sacred in the shadows?

That pull, that depth, the shadow realm is more than just the opposite of light.

It’s a different sort of light, a fire, a thunderous call, that draws us towards a wildly carnal ecstasy

And we respond, in body and in mind, in spirit and in kind, and where does that lead us?

Does it lead us to sin and death, or a weirdly spiritual place in and of itself, emptiness or fulfillment?

And what is it we want? To be emptied of fulfillment? To be fulfilled with emptiness?

Or is there something more? Are we looking for a connection to something outside of us?

Does our darkness long for other darkness?

Does our light, seek out other light? Or is it balance to which we trend? What is the inner message we send?

Is there something deep inside we can search for that will answer the questions we seek

outside of us?

Or are the answers we seek outside of us reflections of our insides?

And when we find that reflection, do we look away in fear?

Or is fear the reflection of our insides?

And if our fear is reflected outside of ourselves then where can we find peace and safety?

And is the need for peace and safety just fallacious thinking? Is it on the edge where humans thrive instead of inside the safety margins?

But how can we stay on the edge indefinitely without eventually teetering off?

Is it really an edge if we stay there too long?

And if we stay there, is there a way we’ll ever be able to find our way off?

The only way off of the edge is to jump, I think.

No one knows what's over the edge, until they've gone over, right?

We search our souls for exemption, hoping for redemption.

There's nothing there. Just nothingness and air.

Jumping is the only answer I can find, between here and there.

Is there a bottom, or will I fly? Will I land on my feet or splat and die?

Is it all of us who wonder why? Or only the few who pull back the lie?

We wander and we wonder. Things we cannot understand, Aging eyes, loss of conscience Is it all we really are?

Are we constantly searching, questioning, and learning? Is it learning or is it just moving?

Are we moving forward, backward, or sideways?

We are more than our questions and less than our reactions. We are our intentions and not always our actions. We are better than our thoughts except when we're not. We are, we are, we are.

Written by @MeeJong, @Ledlevee, and @Shells.