Merlin’s cave

Emerging from the darkness: the gloomy and hard interior of uneven rocks. Shaped by the unruly sea: so much, so often, that the rocks are now rounded showing off their polished edges. The sea has now opened way for itself, unapologetic, careless, wild and free.

Where should the parallel be drawn here? I almost feel like there is too much to say, too many words flood my mind waiting to sing.

Should it be the sea, righting wrongs, stating her will, her feelings, wild and powerful?

Should it be the rocks? To help us understand how the feelings, emotions out there affect us, mould us?

Should it be the cave? A place where both elements coexist in darkness, both giving shape to the other?

Or should we look outside of the cave, where there is light? See the entrance as a portal to everything else, to the rest of the world, abundance. Where there is grass and sun and stars and other hearts. Yes, the cave is comfortable, it has been made to measure, thousands of years of work have gone into it, but how much is one missing if we don’t look out?

I’m going to draw this to myself now, because sometimes I feel like my own words teach me, so maybe they can help you too. And in this cave, I see how the inner work I am doing, is the inner work of the cave. I’m going to draw this to myself, because sometimes I feel like my own words teach me, and in this cave. It is no small feat, to learn to be comfortable in one's own cave. And I am learning to be, learning to love my sea, my darkness and my rocks: the polished ones and the not so much. It’s not the cozyest place in the world, but it is mine.

And while I learn to live with my rounded edges, I must not forget to seek the outside light, because it is in the balance, the dark and the light, that we exist. The shadows will forever be mine, and I can learn to own them, to be comfortable in my darkness. But I am a creature of the world, not the underworld, and in my depths I won't hide.