PROLOGUE: Take a seat or not, look around and pause, listen and hear, be at peace. Forget not the paths that brought you here in time, not reckoned by you. All for a purpose, in preparation for what lies beyond, stillness is requisite.
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In the darkened shade of a shadow, I see myself deflecting light.
Diverted beams, a void of light, with my feet connected, I walk.
Through gentle winds sweeping hanging branches, I feel the willow’s rhythm.
Slowly swaying, sheltered within the leafy arms, I move freely.
Beside the babbling waters tripping over rocks, I touch my image,
a reflection, altered by rippling extensions of timelessness.
Where paths merge in my heart, I solemnly still myself.
On bended knees, my heart relaxes while this powerful muscle sighs.
First, a silent creeping thought and then, in solitude, the words escape.
A plea, crying out from deep in the well of passionate questions.
“Am I lost?”
No, dear child.
I know your path.
It is tree-lined with My guardians.
Dip your feet into these waters, cleansing your heart.
Listen intently, hearken to the words purposefully singing a tune.
Touch refreshing ripples of understanding within your reflecting image.
Open your hidden eyes.
See the light from eternal sparkling notes; dancing truth.
Respect the opposing current’s force.
Fear not the obstacles, for they hold dual meanings.
Choose.
You will trip over stumbling blocks.
My force carries you forward with your scrapes and bruises.
Immerse yourself and paddle.
My waters heal.
Swim, float, breathe and live within.
Your leash stretches, holding you secure to Me.
Even in your shadow, a reflection of light,
a refuge for your nakedness, I see and know.
Keep walking where shadows of truth exist.
My light shines along the path that merges in your heart.
Mercy and grace, My coverings, I offer, in the shadow of Mine hand.
No, dear child, you are not lost.
I sigh, humbled in chastisement’s wisdom pure and true, reflecting love rippling in living waters.
Extensions of timelessness wherein I touch a molecule of eternity’s realm.
Reverential peace-filled awe and gratitude spread ripples worth touching, altering my perspective and self-image.
Where paths merge in my heart, I solemnly still myself.
The rhythm of stillness brushes, like a gentle breeze, through my hair. Knotting strands with inspirational yearnings swaying, within and under its hanging branches, I feel. Guardians watch, providing protective coverings, the weeping willows reach down. Head up, arms spreading balance, no dizziness fatigues as my heart moves freely, seeing rays sifting through leaves, sweeping my feet in carefree delight, whirling in truth sublime.
I breathe, inhale, and live to be one, in harmony. I watch myself, light filtering upon my head, clothed in white, sheltering within my heart.
Where paths merge in my heart, I solemnly still myself.
Peter Pan, I am not, though panic would course through my veins should I become detached from my shadow. When light surrounds, my shadow lets me know that I exist in ambiguities, seeking to understand myself within the context of eternity. Seeing me for who I am, mirroring a reflection of me, stripped of all vanities, I pause in stillness.
For as long as memory serves me, a fascination with shadows of all varieties catches my attention. Particularly impressive are shadowy reflections of clouds drifting over the prairie and mountain landscape. The slow-creeping patches of mild darkness shift shape and spread as a monstrous blanket challenging perceptions of distance in space. I still love to play games with my shadow and capture myself. Tag, I am it.
Walking on and under shadows, I look below and above, feeling connected to myself, nature, and God. One step at a time, one foot in front of the other, I walk on while watching my shadow lead, follow, or walk alongside me, reminding me of life. I feel a flourishing curiosity surging within to embrace both shadow and light as necessary opposites along my path of enlightenment. There is no shadow without light. Profound, sublime, and full of truth, deserving reverence, is the miraculous path that merges in my heart.
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Three paths (among many), one I walk through shadows, another, securely sheltered wherein I feel the rhythms of the air and dance, and finally, one where I touch timelessness, each merging in my heart. So many paths, seeing and walking, feeling and swaying, reaching to touch eternal truths, I treasure while seeking to know myself within the universe of connected particles. Harmonious melodies guide me on each path that merges in my heart, figuratively, symbolically, and literally.
In the darkened shade of a shadow, I see myself deflecting light.
Diverted beams, a void of light, with my feet connected, I walk.
The closer I am to light, the longer my shadow.
No light, no shadow. No shadow, no light.
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“Sometimes the shadow stays next to the light. Sometimes it disappears into the light.” Rumi
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Through gentle winds sweeping hanging branches, I feel the willow’s rhythm.
Slowly swaying, sheltered within the leafy arms, I move freely.
The power of wind moves my soul, lifting me to soar with unseen wings, free to be me.
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“Notice that the stiffest tree is most easily cracked, while the bamboo or willow survives by bending with the wind.”
Bruce Lee
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Beside the babbling waters tripping over rocks, I touch my image,
a reflection, altered by rippling extensions of timelessness.
What image do I see of myself, in waters pure and clear?
Ripples stretch and distort my perspective, and then I see anew.
Waiting patiently beside the waters stilling in my heart, I know the truth of who I am.
No measurement of time is possible, for it simply is a mark of eternity.
Timelessness.
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“Time is the moving image of eternity.” Plato
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Life Happens . . . where Paths Merge
=> Which paths do you choose to follow?
=> What happens when your chosen paths merge?
=> Where to they merge?
=> What do you see, feel, and touch?
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