Yang to Yin

I am the darkness,
velvet-black and nightly peace.
I am the pause between
your gods of commerce and body,
vast expanse of star-filled
pinpricks of light.
I am the canvas for your dreams and imaginings,
the backdrop for your psychedelic nocturnal narratives.
and the hiding place for your fears.

I am the darkness,
one step before the threshold of dawn, one step after the drama of the day.
I am your liminal space.
I am your resting place.

I am the light,
emergent dawn and doorway to day,
yawning opening of peripheral possibility,
vast expanse.
Yang to yin and burning embers of despair.

Awaken to what is
and what might be.

© Christine Salkin Davis, 2019


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