Night is peace, freedom, it has a magic that opens up once the sun sets; the last ray of sun ignites imagination as the dark hours replace the light. Everything fires up as distractions cease to be a torment in the soft unfolding of night. It only increases as the darkness sinks deeper, bolder as the shadows and silence creeps out making other sounds magnified and intriguing. The whole nocturnal world wakes up, with the living beings, the mind, all a part of the opening dark, ideas and inspiration rise; as the shufflers and creepers move their secret way through the darkness, so too do the creatures of the mind, wake and tumble, lead and tease and intrigue. The night walkers slink by. Memory shifts and connects, long nights, horror nights.
The night seems longer than the day, filled with strangeness and presences and senses keen, picking up the movement of possibilities. Inner and outer come alive and meld and cast magic everywhere. Dreams come and seem more real, more possible. Night dreams our coming day and we make our lives from such wanderings and experimentings. Night saves us, soothes us, it re-energizes all the life we have lost in living; it loosens minds and dreams and imaginings.
Night is the time to relax, open up, shut out the distraction of the too-heavy day, the too-much- with us time; night is looser, more fluid, it lets us be. Night is the infinite speaking silently. Night is an endless ocean of possibility, limitless and free.
Night is my element, I dive in, slide into the soft depths and wander where I will, having shook off the hard edges of day and its endless stresses and distractions, the softer dark lulls and I connect with the wisdom of creative soul, words and images come alive. The infinite awakens.
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