Altars of Light
If the light is the soul then soul is what's all around me. It is you, it is around you too, it is you. The darkness is inside me, the opaqueness of organs folded upon organs— to make light in the house of the body— thus to bring the outside in, the impossible job. And the only place to become the skin the border, the inbetween, where dark meets light, where I meets you. In the house of world the many darknesses are surrounded by light. To see the one, we need the other / it cuts both ways light on light is blind dark on dark is blind light through dark is not dark through light is movement dark through light becomes, is becoming, to move through light is becoming, is all we can know.
From Poasis by Pierre Joris, published by Wesleyan University Press. Copyright © 2001 by Pierre Joris. Used with permission. All rights reserved.