Shadows linger. And in most cases remain unnoticed.
This voyeur peeks into its source – to reveal truth undiscovered. Shadow is rooted in great light. That shimmies around and around. Illuminating mysteries yet revealed.
Shadow does not discriminate. All are subject to impact. Some are able to navigate relationship with light in order to lessen the effect. Others are haunted by shadow – oppressed in the barren desert. Exposed and hidden – both at the same time.
Season may influence shadow. But rarely is able to sever ties completely. For shadow is a part of the human condition. The created world.
My shadow is not the only shadow in town. Coming to terms with this reality creates space for surprising comfort. Or protection. Or perspective. My shadow may even be an offering in similar ways.
Shadow is not confined to external space. The ability to infiltrate interior life is a crafty trait of the shadow. The audacity to navigate the corridors of the heart. The capacity to be dormant – and so awake – at the same time.
Other shadows may help to stir up the shadow within. Even the grim ones. For there is peculiar association between shadows. The sound of compassion. Traveling to and fro. This shadow phenomenon tends to be slow-moving. But ever-influencing.
Often shadow is undercover. And distracts from the light that created it. But shadow is non-existent without light. And, as such, must not be forgotten on the journey.
May one shadow speak to another. And may the light shine forth. Amen.
This voyeur peeks into its source – to reveal truth undiscovered. Shadow is rooted in great light. That shimmies around and around. Illuminating mysteries yet revealed.
Shadow does not discriminate. All are subject to impact. Some are able to navigate relationship with light in order to lessen the effect. Others are haunted by shadow – oppressed in the barren desert. Exposed and hidden – both at the same time.
Season may influence shadow. But rarely is able to sever ties completely. For shadow is a part of the human condition. The created world.
My shadow is not the only shadow in town. Coming to terms with this reality creates space for surprising comfort. Or protection. Or perspective. My shadow may even be an offering in similar ways.
Shadow is not confined to external space. The ability to infiltrate interior life is a crafty trait of the shadow. The audacity to navigate the corridors of the heart. The capacity to be dormant – and so awake – at the same time.
Other shadows may help to stir up the shadow within. Even the grim ones. For there is peculiar association between shadows. The sound of compassion. Traveling to and fro. This shadow phenomenon tends to be slow-moving. But ever-influencing.
Often shadow is undercover. And distracts from the light that created it. But shadow is non-existent without light. And, as such, must not be forgotten on the journey.
May one shadow speak to another. And may the light shine forth. Amen.