Dark Time

The quest for truth
floats like candles,
bobbing in the cold night sea—
a breeze rippling on the surface
of the mind as an art.

I inhabit winter
like a furry soul hibernating—
slowly breathing,
slowly burning the stores
layered under the surface
of my skin.

I blow on these hot coals
in simple release.
I am warmed
by the universe
of kindness
I’ve found in the dreaming
of this dark time.