Diana C.’s 30-Day Poetry Challenge | Day 17: Allowing innocence to be reborn
Tanka of Dark Night of the Soul
“Melting Down in the Fire of our Awareness” — Keri Mangis

Take all I have known Burn it to the fucking ground From ash birth astound Cynicism melt away Mature innocence take sway
Decoder Ring
This story by Keri Mangis says it all. It is far and away the best and most comprehensive explanation of what is meant by and the process of a dark night of the soul that I have had the pleasure to read. I usually eschew what I consider new-age spiritual labeling, however, Keri dives deeply into the meaning behind the label — a must-read in my opinion.
Here are a few highlights:
The Dark Night of the Soul is a time of immense spiritual confusion. It is a time when reality and illusion switch places. When what we think is real and on this plane of existence becomes less real, and the life of our soul — our inner life — becomes more real.
A Dark Night of the Soul insists that we confront questions about the purpose of human life: Who are we? Why are we here? What is the meaning of Life? Do we all have a purpose? What is Karma? Do we have free will? What are good and evil? In what do I believe?
Others might think we’re having a meltdown. And funny, on this point, they are right. We are melting down — we’re melting down the heaviness of our habits and beliefs, things that may have served us at one time but are now nothing but impediments for our future growth. We’re melting down cultural norms and credos that keep us constantly believing we’re never enough. We’re melting down from the inside out and the outside in.
And the line that directly and as a synchronicity inspired my tanka:
Into the fire, we offer:
Our innocent trust in the world and authority figures of all kinds
Since I had already written
in response to the day-9 prompt, “Reconnecting with innocent pleasures,” I had no idea what to do with today's prompt, and then upon reading that line from Keri’s story I put the computer down and immediately scratched out today’s tanka with a pen and paper. The fifth line distinguishes the innocence of the inner child from the mature outlook of an adult unshackled by society’s often cynical view of too much.
In case you missed it, here is my day-16 tanka:
In Rama I create,
