I sit in a cave.
The entrance is not far away, so enough light enters and I am not consumed by the dark.
I am not consumed, but I drink up solitude that drips down the cave walls.
Solitude is what I need, and the more I drink, light that reaches me from the entrance becomes unwelcome.
Luckily, I can go a few steps deeper, where walls don’t offer up solitude, but serve mystery.
Without light, without sound, I start to enjoy the company of the unheard and the unseen.
A hunger for more life awakens, and before I can become aware, I start running back towards the entrance of the cave.
Spirit of Tara 