Loving Darkness

This Easter weekend I attended a retreat. Valentina created a dark room with all light blocked out to meditate in darkness.

I was surprised about myself, that I was not scared of darkness and disorientation.

To the contrary, it felt like coming home. I felt a deep relaxation of nothingness.

Even with many other people in the room breathing, the only sensation was inside of me.

In the darkness I met a Lover. Accidentally touching fingers. Becoming aware of the other and that this lover only exists in the sensation received on my skin.

Tiny vibrations making up a body to explore and discover. There is only touch, the sound of breath and scents of the other.

And the Lover exits inside of me. The boundaries become fluent. Am I being discovered or am I discovering?

Sometimes a new person enters the room, or someone is leaving. A tiny bit of light enters the space.

Darkness is so vulnerable. 

We step apart and loosing touch not be seen together.

Must this creation of each other stay in the dark? I experience deep encounter in a fleeting fragile moment.

In the light I am bombarded with images and sensations. Its difficult to distinguish between reality and imagination. In the darkness it becomes clear: Everything is imagination.