The last day of Taras

The Phoenix Light Sculpture

“Nikolai Gogol published my fondest novel back in 1835.

I read it 30+ years ago -as a young child- without a clue that it would bounce in my head for what it is now obvious, a whole life.

When the time finally came to meet his fate; Taras -a Russian Cossack- did what we all must do -that is- if we are sincerely compelled and driven by an overarching purpose and so, genuinely incapable of going through a life not meant for us.

And so Taras rode across the steppes.

He held onto the straps with every bit of himself.

Dry wind cutting through his face and the conviction of the seas.

Taras rode into darkness just because it was on his path.

And I believe he did it, and this I don’t know, with the smile on the face that only those who put everything on the line can quietly muster.

I spent years and years picturing that smile, and looking forward to do so, for many years to come”.

Darkness is always in our path for a reason… as a necessary divine intervention.

A riddle we must solve, a key we must fight for.