Without a journey deep down the rocky trail,
Into a cave that has no glow, no opening left
In sight, we are lamed by our senses and
Cannot know what shadows truly are here
In this ever lit world we live upon so carelessly.

So shamed by sights that make perfect sense
We see darkness in the colors of light!
Naming them in sinister sounds, that black
Sacred skin. Frightened by night of storm and
Fights with perceptions that aren’t upright

All along, between the molecules that matter
So much to us, is hidden most of the Universe,
Some might even say God, if we weren’t avoiding
The waves of feeling that are not feelings by
Skin but by heart, and not a pulse, but something

More like the passing hunches with transformative
Power…within the brightest light we know, the sun,
Therein lies the darkness. Close your eyes and see!
It is the horror of accepting all that is unfair.
That unfair can be seen not by neon grin

Instead in this mundane balance of what we guess -
For every joyful song, painful blues, and that is all.
It is simple to me that there is nothing to achieve
Here besides becoming content with what is and
That I love it all enough to stop judging.

2013 © Amanda Morris Johnson