Does the night take more
Then it gives
Is it the end of the day
Or the start of a new day
Does it liberate
The creatures of the day
Does it allow freedom
To the denizens
Of darkness
Is it there to provide
A time of rest for some
As the day provides
Time for rest for others
All types of creatures
Those of the light
Those of the night
Are they each
But the absence
Of the other
Is it just happenstance
Merely the product.
Of the rotation.
Of our planet.
Around its
Light source

Mind too
Has its light
And its darkness
It has inhabitants
Of these realms
The Lightlings
And
The Darklings

Lightlings live
In a world of objects
They experience
They process
They understand
Reality to be
Made of objects
Whole things
Of ideas
Ideas that have boundaries
Clear shape and form
They interact
With other ideas
In ways measurable
There is fit or friction
There are goals
With definite endings
Meanings with clear definitions
And
Solutions to
Definite problems

Lightlings move
Towards things
Have successes
And failures
Lightlings live a life
Filled with
Tasks to do and
Tasks done
The journeys
Comprised
Of departures
And arrivals
Life hums with doing
Death is an entropy
That has realized
It’s fullness
There is nothing further
To be done

Darklings live
In the world
Of emotions
Ideas and intuitions
The reality
Is an interconnectivity
Of meanings
The processes
Of the world
Relate to
The blending
Of experiences
One into the other
The other into another
Understanding arises
Only by selecting
Some blending
As the issue of concern
And explaining
The connection
Of that blending
Into other blendings
There are no
Wholes there
All parts
Of connections
To other parts
There are few
Distant destinations
But many
Journeys
There are
No successes
There are no failures
There are only
Understandings
Understandings
Only have value
In relation to
Whether they are
Interesting or not
With regard
To the issue of concern

Darklings live life
Folded with explorations
To be explored
And explorations
That have been
Partially explored
Full with mysteries
To be understood
And mysteries
That are partly understood
The journeys
Are full mostly
Of departures
There are few arrivals
Life hums with curiosity
Death is an interruption
And maybe
Only a departure
On a journey
That is hidden

Here we are
Humans
Each one
Living life
As both
Lightling, and
Darkling
Using that nature
That seems best suited
To the time at hand
Often just letting
Life choose
What is best
Not choosing
For ourselves
What life
We want to live
What part of us
We want to use
To take the journey
That we want
To take
We need to learn
The nature
Of this being
That we are
To become that
Which we want to be
Or to find out
What we have
The potential
To be
For this we need
To know the day
And we need
To catch the night