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The Black Sun

Truth is
when the heart grows cold enough
everything disappears. Even the self

is invisible (though the mind
would prefer a word like “detained”).

If you can’t feel anything
the whole world is “detained” —
our lives happening and unhappening
at what seems a safe distance.

But that
is all a seeming, an apparition.
There is only one
distance, which is love, one real
choice, and if we consent to it,

the one we were
is lost forever. “Abandonment,”
we call it. As in: wild, or perfect.
We abandon ourselves
to love.

~Kate Knapp Johnson~
Wind Somewhere and Shade

photograph: Ansel Adams, “The Black Sun, Owens Valley, California,” 1939

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