With lights behind my back, while I watch across the little sea of darkness in front of me, lights near and far dissolve in flowing curtains of rain. Marks of man loose their edges in enveloping darkness, melting into it, flowing away. Somewhere in middle of the dark sea, I sea a little halo of golden light. Sitting by that light, smiling, waving at me, is 'Me'. While I smile back at Me, my mind wanders back to that river, the shallows of which gurgled with life. Below my feet, waters swell, leap and grind playfully against the stones determined to stop them. Everything sings - the air behind, the river below me, and somewhere far, sitting, smiling and looking at me, another 'Me'. Perhaps this is what secluded darkness does to man - brings out a part of himself, a shadow of a pure spirit that is otherwise lost into meaningless manifestations of materialism.
Aaah, what of the shadows, rains, silence? What of the little lights behind me?
