Tracks

It’s been a Bob Dylan day

Rolling down the thunder tracks

Lightning bolts everywhere

When I glance at her

My tears make rainbows

In her hair

If these tremors don’t stop shaking

Pretty soon I’m gonna fall

Into the world unseen

My mind it keeps on fumbling

Groping in the dark

For words unsaid inbetween

What is the gift of this darkness?

Transformation.

What is this darkness asking?

Be still, have patience, you will grow.

Don't fight me, let me enfold you.

What is the wisdom of light?

Warmth, life, love.

What does it ask of me?

Lean toward me, bask, nourish yourself.

Light and darkness, like footsteps

Are your guides

The railroad to the sublime.

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