Follow me To the inescapable Matter of shadow Unerasable Shivering to escape Your footsteps In the sun. Shape shifting Always there Tuned to you Even as you lay In the grass Of a park Where children's voices Have their own Wave length. Your history of insults You carry around Year upon year May feel absent in the light But your shadow is Inescapable. Like your hand in The pocket of your purse ******* the seam Is vulnerable. Tend to it This Place you fear. There is no war. Come out. Reach. Dance with it.
Reading David Whyte's, Consolations, on Shadow. Insightful. This book is about "The Solace, Nourishment, and Underlying Meaning of Everyday Life".