Poetic Interlude I

Look to it brothers and sisters;

Look to the fire that illuminates the ending of the darkness.

As it climbs and ascends the edge of our awareness at the edge of our worlds and minds,

always remember that while its warming fingers

may caress our cheeks:

those same delicate touches

can so easily become blades

that cut and rend the very souls.

Know of it mothers and fathers;

this thing is both benign and deadly, to friend to foe and to strangers.

For as it has no pity, so too does it lack malice, knowable or unconscious.

Something that simply is cannot be bound by judgement nor value that it does not possess.

So walk with and follow me my sons and my daughters;

Follow this only guide we all have to keep at bay the shadows of the minds and the lands.

Until we light our own fires within, we have no choice but to trust.

Trust that which remains unaware unmoved uncaring by our existence our living our very being.

To blindly rely upon a power not our own is to feel, but not to know.

To think we grasp, but not to truly understand nor comprehend.

It will be a perilous journey though blackness to find illumination.

Until all that remains is what is what was what may yet come to pass.