Light the Dark

The little bit of dark,

 A single black dot
Upon a canvas of pure white

Makes a bold declaration.

Vast and unblemished,
A silent expanse,
Where thoughts can drift freely,
Unconstrained by form or the colors of white.

Everyone has this point of reference,
Living amidst an endless achromatism,

Absorbing all white’s colors into the heat of black,
Draws the eye,
It’s contrast so stark,

Commanding attention.

Yet…

What experiences might the wings of this raven black take us to?
What discoveries lie within?

A world of possibilities,
Encapsulated in a dot,
A mystery to unravel,

A sea of calm,
A beacon of thought
Uncoupling questions in search of answers.

How focused its simplistic demands

On what may have been inherent complexities.

With dialogue between visible light,

And dark’s opaque density,

Our conscious and sub-conscious engage

In a dance of shared existence,

A personal landscape of contrast

Beckoning unknown expeditions

Into the wonders of heart and mind,

Perhaps deciphering one’s tableau vivant.