From this flat shadow, we deducethe existence of the tree;
the presence of a life beyond
the rusting grate,
the repetitious patterns underfoot.
One shadow,
and we know nearby
there will be dirt, and depth, and roots;
branches and leaves; sweet fruit and seeds;
a rich dimensionality.
Why would you not then look upon
the shadows in your soul,
and sense the wholeness written there
by light?
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1 comment:
I like how this poem speaks to the need to accept and look into our shadows, that the dark holds it own light.
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