Embracing the darkness

There is a strange contentment that comes from embracing the darkness. It’s a void of deep peace. A cave only the heart knows where to rest.

The smoke is only the consequence of pleasure. That inhale of the cigarette that kills the lungs but awakens the soul. It’s the symbolic life that courses through my veins.

No amount of certainty can erase the pleasures of the Unknown.

Death is the great revealing, the dismemberment of the thoughts that treaded in existential anxiety for so long.

To know that there is an ending gives harmony to the whole charade. This play, the theatre and dance of life. How extremely powerful is the moment we let her lead; Life. Not all these ideas of wanting to belong. All these ideas of wanting to be seen. All these ideas of who we should be.

Pleasure and pain, companions in the journey to oneself, to wholeness. Revealing and concealing the light of truth; we are nothing reflected upon everything.

There is a strange contentment that comes from embracing the darkness.