A rooster crows at midnight in a pervasive silence which stalks the moonlt gravestones of emotions.
In the seat of darkness, limbering up and awaiting a moment, are the seeds of doubt and fear.
Having lost their battle, they bide their time in the darkness of their own creation.
These are not the seeds that were planted by an external source, in the absense of cognisance
They are the fruits, that persist with the resistance, that is offered to their presence.
Latent in their sublimness and feeding off the conditioning of oblivious denial.
To be able to obviate their impact and intention is the duality of treating it as a foreign body and the enemy.
The struggle in the recognition that they exist, is the beginning of a journey, where the darkness will only recognise the internal light.
In the duality of perception lies the key and the invitation to extend a warm embrace to the darkness..... the intruder, of a more perfect life, which is a hope lost on the invader.
To be able to choose the warm embrace, leads to the disarming of the enemy and the ultimate leap of confidence and self esteem, in the realisation that, the enemy is not the great plunderer, as was thought.
Without the emotional baggage, it is a facet of thought only.
This presents the opportunity to make the choice on how best to deal with it and not pretend thjat it barely exists.
To be blind is to take the darkness as an ally.
To be able to reach into that darkest place and fill it with the essence of light, of self.
To be able to surrender to the darkest fears, is to empower oneself.
To be honest with self, leads one to a space of creativity, instead of being reactive and reflective.
The rooster crows upon the breaking of another day.
The oppressive ravines and gullies open onto the wide open plains of opportunity and more choices.
Finally, to be able to feel and enjoy the true freedom of self and partake in the journey, where self is given freely , in the knowledge and knowingness of the ultimate destiny, in the healing and wholeness of all.