a cold night on the mountain

it is a cold night on the mountain
Darkness is not the absence of Light
Darkness has its own intelligence
its own texture, its own beautiful way
Darkness knows where it comes from

it is a cold night on the mountain
Grief is not the absence of Love
Grief has its own intelligence
its own texture, its own beautiful way
Grief knows where it comes from

it is a cold night on the mountain
Death is not the absence of Life
Death has its own intelligence
its own texture, its own beautiful way
Death knows where it comes from

many are those who walk with love and light
and i wish them well on the path

as for me, i walk with the Darkness
with Grief, and with Death

for it is a cold night on the mountain
and i am not alone

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