Boundaries

Walking in the dark I watch the boundary of the light stretching from my door
A boundary that I approach with each step.
A boundary that illuminates and darkens everything that moves.
Shadows stretch, larger than life, across lit fields
The boundary of the dark prompting and speaking of limitations
Limitations created only by the mind.
I see the edge and stop, my feet frightened by the darkness, the unknown stretching in front of me.
I close my eyes and the boundary is gone, darkness consuming everything, no light but my own
Internal glow to illuminate my steps, my thoughts, and my actions.
Open again there exists another boundary
Another light ahead reveals its substance.
Another, then another
With only darkness in between to separate.
In the dark there are no shapes but textures
No forms but mass to trip my step or to allow safe passage
The boundary itself exists only to my mind, my eyes see the edge and recognizes
But it in itself does not exist
Why do we create our boundaries
Recognizing limitations we accept
Where we can and cannot go
What we can and cannot do.
And are inspired by those who close their eyes to it all
Close your eyes and your minds runs free
My feet remember the ground trapped in darkness
My legs remember the edges of terrain, the dips, the rocks
I walk around them in my memories
And my feet follow my lead