A moment lies where time both swells
and ebbs,
the future lies in the shadows of the past.
It moves you through the world,
unfolding the essence of being.
Holding the grace that’s been given,
which came to be through necessities,
anger, compassion, yet also truth;
what the moon is to the sun.
It reflects the true nature of body & soul,
relational forces centering the self,
bound to each only by light and gravity.
Casting myself upon the world,
I became my own shadow.
Jan 10
Jan 10, 2026 at 11:36 PM UTC
A moment lies where time both swells
and ebbs,
the future lies in the shadows of the past.
It moves you through the world,
unfolding the essence of being.
Holding the grace that’s been given,
which came to be through necessities,
anger, compassion, yet also truth;
what the moon is to the sun.
It reflects the true nature of body & soul,
relational forces centering the self,
bound to each only by light and gravity.
Casting myself upon the world,
I became my own shadow.
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