What Shape Does the Darkness Have? (Ode to a Grecian Urn)

"Beauty is truth, truth is beauty—

That is all ye know on earth and all ye need to know."

—John Keats, Ode to a Grecian Urn

What shape does darkness have?

It's surely immense

it holds both the beautiful and profane in the same space.

And light?

Exposing and revealing what was seemingly hidden in the dark?

Beautiful and profane alike?

What if our movement through life isn't about alignment with dark of night or light of day, but rather our movement away from the profane?

Towards the beauty of life in whatever way...

Because after all, isn't truth found in the night and the day?

Integrity, grace, and love?

What if answering these questions brought in a new day?

Consider Exhibit A—

How about a snow covered field graced by delicate moon light?

Moon flowers blooming at night?

Or a moon beam over a waterfall?

Are true words not spoken during both the night and day?

Do lovers not embrace in the shadows, under the brilliance of the sun, or whatever shades of the day remain?

The profane boldly shows itself in the light of day with every self serving act, greed, and corruption...bloodshed.

Does the natural world and order of things not have profound wisdom to teach us—

If we only observe and listen?

Was all of it not created from darkness of the void?

This poem also appears here in Proof of Brain on Hive.

Are you one of those folks, like me, that enjoys an evening cup of coffee as the nights starting getting crisp? ☕

Join me for a cup?

I have green tea too. 🍵

This evening SundayX is a poem I wrote in July. Keats got stuck in my head and I let my pen follow it through.

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