Roll up the red carpet guys,
pull off your gloves gals,
the show over,
the hard work begins.
The chamber will go black all around,
but fear no cabinet and no creed
even as you find
the set is
Fear not that the play is improvised,
it often incorporates what’s come before &
cannot fail to reveal worthy and her story,
being as it is our shared story lived now
in a cold, leaky & unusually bounteous mine.
You in the dark, surrounded by cold stone,
what is held unless it is felt?
what is captured without calling on a sense?
Even your sweat gets no notice outside your head.
It may bead in secret & flow down your temples;
but unless your hands guide others to the place
unless your head and hands welcome the other, how
can they share, know and believe in your essence?
Worse — your friend’s preference for acting on facts
may make him afraid of a future without light, and
of the hard work to find and live by the light.
He may then drain his well of tears,
but tears provide no sustenance, no
light, and are no stars,
no ready guides to heaven, where surprise
turmoil & tough questions orbit the sun,
like Earth, its royals and jesters do.
You may share such truth
in the dark, but always
hold him and safe keep him from the cold
and he will help you see.
In the dark, as in the light, life goes on;
the emperor gets his portrait done and hung
and the ritual of empowerment lights his,
and his subjects’ thoughts, some oblivious
to the practiced splendors, and some enraged
to see inherent within the ruler qualities
inherent within the con.
But in the dark, there are fewer distractions,
fewer overt aids, and you see the task remains
to compare facts, words and deeds, and
to understand qualities of greatness,
so that in time when light falls over you again, no doubt
you will recognize, receive and respond to great energy
like sand does to heat,
or reckon on a return to darkness
till your learning is complete.