Dark Angel
Raven feathers trailing behind her
She moves without a movie
She looks like she could be an illusion
But that isn’t the case
She is a place where dark is light
light is dark
Sharing a mystical world of seeing
not seeing
Telling stories that should be said
but aren’t spoken
Subtle differences seem small
galaxies thin
When we share a honeyed glance
Across the Milky Way
Across the table
Slicing the unknowable into subsections
Then gluing it back together with vivid imagination
Identity, separation and the non-dual
These are the specials of the day
Laid bare to be seen by the microscope of mutual viewpoint
Connected and sustained by an inner world so small
It could fall through the pores of your skin
Sing the song of sadness with a smile
Crooked tears run backwards into souls aching well
Say goodbye to the black bird
Flying alone in the night
