Above Duality

I found tiny shards of sparkling joy
embedded in the dark earth of my sorrow
there is always a balance on this seesaw ride
life contains the seeds of its opposite in each atom
one can not exist independently of the other

yin and yang
seems to be the rules
in this realm of duality
it's how to grow
it's how we know
Its how we appreciate
the differences

but outside of the contrasts,
outside of the either, or
the this and that
above it all

there is only one thing
and it is complete

a realm of infinite possibilities
expanding through the duality
all the fragments fit together
like a perfect jigsaw
it is growing
evolving
alive

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- Susannah Bec 2010

In Search of a Spark

Hello, if you are a regular reader of this blog you will notice that I have designed some new graphics and given the blog a makeover! - I hope you like the changes! - Susannah x

I wander through the corridors of me,
in search of that tiny room
that contains
all I have forgotton.

The dark holds such memories,
it is taut with unspoken things.

Things that lay just below the surface,
unseen, but dangerous, even to the sure footed.

Those small wrinkles in our bedrock become molehills,
that can be magnified into mountains,
in those inner cinemas
of the unconscious.

I need to find the very darkest corner of me

and there, behind the fears
and the debris,

of a life,

half lived

I know I will find the spark.

That pinprick of startling light. . .
just awaiting the breath of my awareness
to fan it into a fire, that will flood the shadows
illuminating those inner rooms with the brightest light.

I reach out with eager hands and pick up that burning torch,
I hold it aloft, until all the dark internal places
have seen the light that I carry

Lit up from within

I remember

myself

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Image and words - Susannah Bec

A Time For Quiet

There are times when we are yearning for quietness
where words are too loud to be spoken
a time for retreat,
for solitude
a time
to mend
what is broken


Sometimes fragility descends on gossamer wings
and spreads its essence on the ordinary things


There are times that cry out for the darkness
There are times when that's all you need
for you know that in those dark places
there are things
that nurture
a seed

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- Susannah Bec 2010