Dark Sitting

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Dark Sitting

 

No eagles nest of towering light do I seek in this early

morning sitting. Here in this plumb dropped rest and

sinking. Here in this body of love.

 

No vision leaping aspirations within ethereal airs, or angel

winged flights and tilts, into intuitive twists and soaring

dance for me this morning. Just this slow falling inwards.

The surrendering of all upward mounting. Just this dark

sitting.

 

I am a mountain, in the range of a deep realm of forgetting.

A dark Lord full of a caliginous Mothers power. Rooted

within Her and She rooted within my manhood. Her

obsidian breasts plunged into my mouth, as black chasms of

lust for Herself, and She, searching that lust in I as one.

 

A blind lust this. Arms of ebony, rootstocked into my soul,

and rocking cavernous as death. I a blind shaft thrust deep

into an enigmatic, and obtuse womb of desires recalling loss.

A sable shadow in Her obsidian cave of erotic unminding.

Finding nothing here but the moan of an unmade creature

forever unviewed, yet primal pounding his invisible pulse of

dark awareness. A sweetness, a slow-dark honey drips from

the unseen wall of my being, and I; this I that is a mindless

drive of presence into the penetrable cavity of God, naked in

lust for more of this undressing of the light.

 

And what is light but a veil to this domination of darkness?

This gorge and cleft in time and space. This mining and

hollowing of self in the ravine of loves vulva? Opened into

nothing, and sent diving into expanse. Spread upon the

black wind of a eyeless enthusiasm, to be no more than the

ejaculation of being into being. To be poured out in the pain

of ardor, as desires oblivious exclamation and

relinquishment. What to me the light, when this mysterious

scattering is unbinding the stars?

 

No heart vaulting inclination here. No seeking any light for

me this morning, just this drowning of light in depth and

desire. Womb locked and staminate wailing of a self

discarding. Delved within this absorbed loss and encounter.

A maternal seclusion of clandestine passion. A divine

burying of light in the dark origin of all light, and faceless

extinction in the heart of Love.

 

love

 

eric

 

 

 

Copyright 2002. Eric Ashford.