Awake in the Dark by Colin Moore
Night, and the streets hum with desires hurrying to be met.
A dog chases it’s own tail as
The uprooted hungry gather under street lights,
Sifting the bin bags for yesterday’s food.
Ego is loose in the dreams of the sleeping.
The signs are everywhere but it can’t be found.
The dawn star is not sleeping.
It knows how the moon is embraced by the sun.
No sun. No moon. What is revealed in that darkness
To the open heart and mind?
Lotus, roots deep in the dark compost of experience,
Open! Let our love appear!
New Moon 30-07-11