transformation

brightness beckons

brightness beckons

journey, Joy, transformation
"In the midway of this our mortal life, I found me in a gloomy wood, astray..." Inferno Canto 1, Durante (Dante) degli Alighieri in a mood he stood at the wood's edge and thought ..........why? lost this pained walk under dark skies living on the verge wondering if he was the plaything of his Lord, if so a cruel game from somewhere brightness beckoned on the wing beat of sudden insight ~ it's not your memory melting in the heat of time or your true music dissolving unsung nor the whimsy of some capricious god it is, perhaps, Dante's transformative hell no love without yearning no compassion without pain no charity without failure a Moses, he fell before the flaming bush a Phoenix, he rose from the ashes in his found humanity, he embraced life