Even the Darkness Posted on May 6, 2018 by robert okaji  Even the Darkness We must, she said, open ourselves. Like desert to the night sky, like a baby’s mouth. Or words in the unread book. I nod, say I understand, turn and close the door. Even the darkness knows better. Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Like Loading... Related
“Even the darkness knows better.” In its wise and honest ways, it does. Is this a new piece, Robert? It’s perfect. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply ↓
Wise poem. Wonder what will happen when you open the door once again? Surely it will another wise poem. LikeLiked by 2 people Reply ↓
Either we open and risk what the darkness knows being seen, or we don’t open, and risk everything else. Not much of a choice for the living… LikeLiked by 1 person Reply ↓
Even with the door open, I see the darkness. Bur your words show there’s a way. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply ↓
I really liked this poem. Good to make a connection with you. Best wishes, Michael LikeLiked by 1 person Reply ↓
Beautiful — and reflective. Sometimes the fewest words say a great deal. Thank you! LikeLiked by 1 person Reply ↓
“Even the darkness
knows better.”
In its wise and honest ways, it does. Is this a new piece, Robert? It’s perfect.
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Thanks, Tre. Yes, it’s new – the first draft emerged in December.
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You’re most welcome. Ahh, I see.
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The darkness always does. Just beautiful, Robert.
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Thank you, Annie. The darkness carries much wisdom.
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What a slender, sly slice of beauty!
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Thanks, Cate!
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Turn and open your door …
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That too is an option.
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Wise poem. Wonder what will happen when you open the door once again? Surely it will another wise poem.
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One can only hope…
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Love the images here. Totally identify with “she.”
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Thank you, Deborah!
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Good one … leaves me wondering if I really understand anything …
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I live in a state of constant bewilderment.
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Very beautiful.
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Thank you!
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Either we open and risk what the darkness knows being seen, or we don’t open, and risk everything else. Not much of a choice for the living…
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Fear can do strange things to us.
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Even with the door open, I see the darkness. Bur your words show there’s a way.
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A good lantern also helps. 🙂
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I really liked this poem. Good to make a connection with you. Best wishes, Michael
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Thanks very much, Michael!
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Beautiful — and reflective. Sometimes the fewest words say a great deal. Thank you!
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I, too, often find that less is more. Thank you, Allyson.
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