I live my life
in the shadows,
the disconnected hours,
observing all I see.

I've learned to hide,
bide my time,
while time keeps passing all around me,
this set in
not today or yesterday,
but somewhere else along the way.

Eventually
that which protects us
defeats us in the end,
I become the naked dreamer
quaking
in the quad,
it all begins to strangle me.

Nature,
Open skies
open air,
this room
this mind
a suffocating refrain,
one wonders how it became this way.

I live my life in the shadows,
the invisible man for all to see,
take off my clothes,
shed my ego,
there is nothing left of me,
but this sacred breath,
these words that make no sense,
I'm the one that you don't see,
but I see you all around me.

I'm singing the Poet's lament,
the whispering voice,
you hear it in the shadows,
the figure passing by
out of the corner of your eye,
the one you can't quite grasp.

I live my life from the shadows,
the light is on the other side,
One of these days,
the dawn will call my name.

Wordsworth words
are recalled:
about our birth
and sleep and forgetting
the arising of appearance
of separation..
Our separation declared
as real and we are taught
without remembering
the simple I Am
of our birth
the uncut root
of who we are..
Then to school
and reinforcement of
limits and partitions
which we become..
We seem to get along
but on occasion
evil enters our focus
and our questions..
Then the possibility
of hope and grace
a Remembering...