All the maps to the authentic self tell us,
we must remain in the dark night of the soul
until we reach the very bottom of despair.
Only then do we discover
the seeds of renewal
blindly pushing their way up
through fertile loam
toward the yet eclipsed sun.
The lowest point on the journey
is paradoxically the womb.
For nearly a week I been weary, incapable of action
Finally I sit, wait and listen
for what I do not know.
Then somehow on the other side of sadness,
I hear a deep unhurried symphony
My spirit burrows deep into the fertile silence
rests and is refreshed.
Words by Sam Keen, A Fire in the Belly 1991 pg. 147