Waiting To Be Told

There's no moon. No light to see by. And a part of you is waiting for it anyway. Waiting for something outside you to fall on a thing you already know and tell you it's true. This one goes to the place that knows without being shown. The gut that went tight before anything looked wrong. You knew, and then you waited for the proof to catch up. One question, held in the dark. A long silence at the center. You come back with what you found. You don't need to see it to keep it.

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The night is warm. Wherever you are in it, Let it be dark. Your eyes are closed and behind them there's a dark of your own. Let it deepen. Let it go all the way down. The way a room does when the last light leads it. The sky overhead is thick with stars. The night going on around you. But there is no moon. You may not have noticed until now. Nothing up there to see by. Breathe in slow. But the breath go out longer than it came in. Again. In. And out long. The dark is not empty. It is full of the night. It just isn't lit. There is a part of you that's counting on the moon. Not for its light, Exactly. For what the light would do. It would fall on things and make them sure. It would show you that you were right. It is the part of you that knows something already. And won't quite believe it. Until something outside you. Lights it up and says yes. Feel it now. Holding its breath a little. Watching for the thing that will confirm it. Nothing's coming. No moon came. The sky isn't going to hand you a sign. And still it stays put. It would rather wait in the dark than move on what it already feels. It has done this a long time. Sad or nothing it knew. Until something. Outside made it safe to know. Let it be. Do not argue with it. Just feel how long it has been at this. And notice. The thing it is waiting to be told, It already knows. So go to the thing you already know. Not up to the sky. Past the eyes. Past the thinking. To the place that knows things without being shown them. You have been there. The thing you knew in your gut before you had a reason for it. The room that felt wrong before anything in it looked wrong. You do. And then you waited. You looked around for something to back you up. You wanted it lit before you called it true. A time comes to you now. The feeling was right. And you held off anyway. The proof came late. You'd already paid for it by the time I came. That place doesn't need the light. It never has. It knows by feel. The way the body knows the stairs in the dark. You have just been waiting for the light to tell you so. Stay here. In the dark. On the ground. And the place you know by feel. One thing to ask. Let it down into the dark. Ask at once. What do you know that you won't trust until it's lit? Do not reach to answer. The words need the light. Let the question go down to the place that doesn't. You asked and nothing lit up. The dark stayed dark. Nothing was shown to you. No answer you could point to. And whatever came up down there. You did not see it. You felt it. It is true anyway. You do not have to wait for the moon to come back and confirm it. You already have it. You have had it the whole time you are waiting to see it. Let the room come back by feel. The same way you had found everything else. You do not have to open your eyes to know where you are. The floor under you. The walls where they have always been. You can feel the shape of the place without looking. The moon comes back on its own. When you are ready and not before. Let your eyes open. What you found stays with you. You do not need to see it to carry it. It is yours, Unlit.