THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN DARKNESS AND NIGHTTIME…a poem…

Rethinking Life

darkness
isn’t
always
nighttime
especially
when
it
bleeds
in
at
four
in
the
afternoon

THAT
kind
of
darkness
is
not
for
dancing
not
for
moving
through
the
city

THAT
kind
of
darkness
knows
nothing
about
nighttime

THAT
kind
of
darkness
just
shows
up
like
an
appetizer
without
substance
something
that
leaves
you
hungry
and
wanting
more

THAT
kind
of
darkness
is
just
something
to
tide
you
over
while
you’re
waiting
for
the
main
course
to
appear

true
NIGHTTIME
has
a
rhythm
and
a
beat
that
has
you
running
outside
barefoot
to
dance
in
the
street

NIGHTTIME
is
about
more
than
darkness

NIGHTTIME
alive

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Sense of scent

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“At no other time (than autumn) does the earth let itself be inhaled in one smell, the ripe earth; in a smell that is in no way inferior to the smell of the sea, bitter where it borders on taste, and more honeysweet where you feel it touching the first sounds. Containing depth within itself, darkness, something of the grave almost.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke

“Odors have a power of persuasion stronger than that of words, appearances, emotions, or will. The persuasive power of an odor cannot be fended off, it enters into us like breath into our lungs, it fills us up, imbues us totally. There is no remedy for it.”

― Patrick Süskind

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(perfume bottles on a silver tray / Julie Cook / 2014)

Opening the door I immediately smelled March.
But this is November, how does one smell March in November?
It was the humid damp warmth…

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541. Little things seem nothing, but they give peace, like those meadow flowers which individually seem odorless but all together perfume the air. ~Georges Bernanos

Who will tell whether one happy moment
of love or the joy of breathing or walking
on a bright morning and smelling the fresh air,
is not worth all the suffering and effort
which life implies.
~Erich Seligmann Fromm

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Let us bless the air
Benefactor of breath,
Keeper of the fragile bridge
We breathe across.

Air waiting outside
The womb, to funnel
A first breath
That lets us begin
To be here,
Each moment
Drawn from
Its invisible stock.
~Excerpt from In Praise of Air
by John O’Donohue

In His hands is the life of every creature and the breath of all mankind. ~Job 12:10  ✝

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