Out of Darkness

One morning early in Advent,                I sat in the quiet darkness of my room,                 resisting the lamp switch next to me.                It seemed good                        just to be there,                        waiting, in Advent mode,                        allowing the dark,                        allowing earth’s rhythm,                        claiming, changing nothing,simply aware,one with the universe feeling a peacefulness, a quiet active presence, like the seed in the ground, perhaps. And then, the…