But for us the road unfurls itself, we don't stop walking, we know there is far to go. - Denise Levertov

In the dark I rest,
unready for the light which dawns
day after day,
eager to be shared.
Black silk, shelter me.
I need
more of the night before I open
eyes and heart
to illumination. I must still
grow in the dark like a root
not ready, not ready at all.

It's when we face for a moment the worst our kind can do, and shudder to know the taint in our own selves, that awe cracks the mind's shell and enters the heart.

The music reached us. Clumsily, stumbling over our own roots, rustling our leaves in answer, we moved, we followed.