WHAT OF LOVE?
by Dionysos Maskaleris
Collected Writings
Light Approaching
the Unconscious
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A Darkness and a Light
by Dionysos Maskaleris
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I thought I would never write again.
I thought I would never love again
but I begin to wake now
from dreamless nights and days
of a numbness and a despair
beyond all Light and Darkness.
I had given up because she would not love me
the way I wanted --
the world would not love me
the way I wanted -
I would not love myself
without wanting.
I could not see - I forgot.
I would not just be - just being - the way
the Energy of the Universe loves me.
I wrapped my soul in a veil.
I chose to close my heart to all love.
I wanted my soul to die forever.
I thought I would not write again.
I thought I would not love again
but I awaken now
from a darkness greater than the longest night
that is beyond the Light of all stars.
Within every moment and energy entity
there is a Light that is eternal.
This Light loves even the deepest Darkness
because without the Darkness
the Light could not exist.
I wanted only to live in the Light
or if not that then only in the Darkness.
I cannot always live in the bliss of Light
or always in the sorrow of Darkness.
Sometimes the comforting protective Darkness
is more loving than the harsh burning Light.
The Light loves to rest in the Darkness
as the Darkness finds rest in the Light.
The dawn and the twilight
each loves the Light and the Darkness
both with a hungering and a surrendering kiss.
The Light comes for the Darkness
and the Darkness comes for the Light
because the Darkness wants to be less lonely
and the Light wants parts of itself to be unknown.
The poems come again unlooked for
like remembered dreams.
The poems and dreams come because they live
and they want to be loved.
And we exist because we
are of Darkness and of Light,
because we and all things
want to love.
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