No one can guide you into your dark moist interior,

where the moss has grown in layers,

where bamboo could sink itself into you,

creating private places.

Your innermost earth has no words,

so it will not call you.

No, the deep does not speak, think, or take action,

It mysteriously leads you,

if you will let it,

to familiar rhythms played within.

Eventually, you will go alone,

unafraid, into your life.

feeling into the dark, without doubt that