do you dare to step in-to the vulnerable black, stripped....

“ do you dare to step in-to the vulnerable black, stripped to the soul with human blindness – when the full and weeping moon steps from the shade of a tumult of mountains – when, in the fragrant dim, day's tree stump transformsinto some nether-worldly other – when time's skin is thin and you arebared – when there is nothing between you and the Wildest Onewhose name is your own? ”

Beth Morey

From : Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul