WHERE WILL YOU GO
In the wee hours of the night,
In the wee hours of the night,
where the mind can run
unchained from any anchor embedded in the mud.
Freedom is found in the depths and the sky above,
those that bother to look up and around
swim among the thoughts riding free in the darkness
are they that find the intrepid light.
Fearlessness is not an occupation or a situation
only an open eye willing to see,
able to dilate enough. Able to turn away
able to dilate enough. Able to turn away
from the preconceived to that which is.
That which simply is as it is known to itself.
Truth, all truth,
is of that nature and truth
is found in the wee hours of nights thinking.
© M Durfee
© M Durfee
10.14.2016
The wee hours of the night can be opportunities for creative thinking or sheer terror...
ReplyDelete... agreed ... Love, cat.
DeleteNever, ever terror here Jeff. I am too old for terror and too fat to run from the night.
DeletePerhaps so, if thinking can ever find the truth. Sometimes I wonder.
ReplyDeleteTruth, objective truth is found through thought all the time Charles or is all science, proven hypothesis' just bunk?
DeleteAnd here I've been thinking all along that it was just a different reality.
ReplyDeleteMY nights are definitely different reality Alice. I mostly like them.
DeleteWe are flipped. My days are better than my nights.
DeleteMark-ever get a peek at the northern lights when you are out in the middle of the night?
ReplyDeleteI did ... Love, cat.
DeleteVery rarely Jodi, this last time of course the city was clouded over.
DeleteLate night and wee hours of the morning are the best time for me ~ Sometimes just staring at the moon ~
ReplyDeleteI prefer the cold blue of the moon myself Grace--there is salvation of a sort in knowing it is there to keep us on track.
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