By Jonathan Dunnemann
Into the night, I set out alone becoming a witness to its vast stretch of darkness. Lacking in light, but desperately seeking.
What is willed to be found lies somewhere between crown and underfoot.
Absent a burning candle, without even a flicker of illumination, I cling to hope. And together, we remain inseparable.
Guided mostly by spiritual imagination, I let go of fear and begin to trust in the unseen yet clearly felt distinction between what is cold and empty and that which radiates warmth bi-directionally.
Once this unmistakable originating connection is reestablished there is no need for more seeking. I have been found, I am home again and suddenly wholly transformed.
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