Moon Shadow

When the night pulls her gentle curtain across the sky the clouds then begin to let my minds running script be like the clouds themselves.

Clouds excite me, stir my blood and make my thoughts flow.  I fear science would steal away my imagination.  Although dusk is a mesmerising time of day, when the sun sets, the light dims and shadows begin to fall. They become inter-twined with light, however, they cannot exist without each other.  As clouds and shadows float and fleet they make me think of my own shadow. One which we all carry. Our own shadow can become a storm bringer, the light and dark of our own personality, our shadowed self, our persona.  This is the mask we wear preventing us from becoming enlightened.

As I reflected on the origin of my own shadow, when my feelings became as dark as misery, my deep hurt was answered. My dark shadow was lifted and began to forsake me, like a memory lost, but it didn’t steal my substance.  When I began to accept an embrace, my own shadow’s traits which in time brought me wisdom affecting my thoughts, feelings, and my behaviour, when entropy began to gain a grip over me.

Shadows are like a double-edged sword which we carry at our side but never use.  It can give us strength offering us stability and keeping us safe, but also joy if we should become lost in the darkness and see someone else’s shadow.

By integrating our shadows, the dark clouds above will abate. Clouds are expressions of the atmosphere’s moods and can be read like those of a person. As for myself I have developed a different quality of state of being, a modality of doing, seeing or feeling things differently. Helping to transcend and gaining a balance which is both spiritual and self-reliant, thus cultivating an inner peace, but also fulfilment.

After many years in the wilderness I started to believe my own existence, one which I have wrought hard to extirpate, the dark side of my soul, my self in time. I believe this to be the true purpose and meaning of life itself.