Fallen from the crumbling path–
my feet are shackled in the mist;
every step entombed within the fog of day.
Stumbling with my hands before me–
My sight condemns me to darkness;
reflections of the Sun sear my eyes.
But what is this?
Night has fallen
and now I see?
My path revealed by the Moon–
A transcendent host bears witness;
reverence inclines my head;
Wisdom unveiled in the night–
Heaven and Earth are exposed;
darkness has given birth to truth.
ed.2017.05.11.01 (Public Draft)
Written in the "Mystic" tradition of "The Dark Night of the Soul."
On July 23, 2011, I was on a hike up Pyramid Mountain in the Olympic National Park – just a small mountain for a gear-test, (to prepare for another trip which would require carrying six+ liters of water).
Embarrassingly, it ended up being a very difficult mountain for me to climb – and even more difficult to descend. I had gotten into an accident, and also made a…