Then I turn forward
Take the next step
With a clearer vision
Of the trials and adventures
The path ahead promises
He is a shadow
That is his essence
It surprised me
That I admired him
For his perseverance
For his tenacity
For his will to exist
For his endurance
I close my eyes
Breathe, consciously
And bring up an image
Of tranquility
A memory
A fantasy
A painting
A scene
Hold that in my mind
Breathing in
Breathing out
We learn to speak
In ways elegant
And ignorant
We grow old
Or we don’t
But all of us
We die
I do not notice the darkness
In the blink of an eye
Until I turn my attention to it
I cannot know the depth of my being
Until I still the mental chatter
Distracting me from its presence
Evil is, so often
A quality of the namer
Rather than the named
One burns
The other illuminates
One is zealotry
The other is passion
One is hubris
The other is clarity
One is seduction
The other is insight
Blogs
Scripts
Software
Relationships
Meticulously
Passionately
Obsessively
Lovingly
The warm, dappled sunshine on my cheek
The cool, fragrant breeze rippling my hair
Or the way her fingertips
Lightly traced the nouveau shadows
Playing across my abdomen
I don’t know if it’s better
To be blinded by darkness or light
But I know it is shadow
Which gives form and texture
To an illuminated world
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