Do we think

we breathe just air and light?

Pure, textbook O2.

Bodies, 60% H2O.

With a smattering of Genesis dust.

What about the shadows,

the botched bits,

and the gravitas of gravity?

 

Mine follows me. You, yours.

Sometimes they’re long, long,

 eeked out, tracking the sun

close, behind, beside

as it traces the solar journey,

twirling around

each me, every object, each item

full-circle, no distance inbetween.

 

Who thought we could step beyond, outside it’s reach?

Detach ourselves from darkness,

when it is conjoined, inextricably part of:

how 3D substance, in duality,

wherever there is Logos, light

 - whether from a sun in the sky or soul

there will be shadows, dark memories

following.

 

They are nothings,

ghosts of our own making;

constituent elements,

consequences of Matters interactions.

Stuff, non, un.

Integral components.

Take your pick!

But separate or escape from? Nope!

 

Stories tell of folk without shadows…

or the demonising thereof:

for lack of will, strength, courage, faith.

Of godly grails to purify, purify,

not just the spirit but every living cell.

Didn’t someone aver that the body

is sacred too. Handiwork divine.

Labour of love

to diminish, demolish the sin.

Extract the shadow from every atom

- thought, deed, intent -

 Certainly not breathe in more grunge!

 

Ah! breathing the shadows in and out!

Making friends with, frequenting them;

not just accepting them in resignation

but fine lesson being humbly imperfect;

 nor patronising them

with forgiveness and understanding

but absorbing them to unify, include

make whole and manifest

the perfect Kadmon Blueprint -

detritus returned to its component parts

 - riding Apocalypse’s horses home.