This gathering of
Strangers
I put on a mask
Don my armour of
Anonymity
Revealing only the self
I want you to see
A shadow
In the darkness
Of multitudes
A shadow
In the darkness
Of multitudes
I grab a basket
From a hook
Gather light
From the pools
To carry further
Into navy
And the black
Where deepest shadows lay
There I breathe
In dim recess
The light across
All wavelengths
Equal bright
Spirit-pure the white
With neither heat nor harm
To eyes which can now see
Beyond the self
The wall of me
I spy infinity within
Infinity without
And in between
A single point
Without space
Or time
To count
Not even
Infinitesimal
Amount
So I shelter
In a shadow
Of my own making
I see this now
Without judgment
The light remains
The shadow is
Temporary
Illumined texture
Shadowed depth
Through synthesis, form
So am I expressed
Unconfined
By black or white
No, I: all the subtle tones
Of possibility
Rise
Though I see
Not so very far ahead
I take the road
Into the valley maze
And trust myself
To find the way
I visit with them
Let the shadows
Fall under my light
Until they become known to me
Appreciate them for their wisdom
Thank them for their insight
Forgive them for their fears and distractions
Illumined, I see their purpose
Irresolute
Unfulfilled
Incomplete
I remind myself
Step
Into my being
Out of the shadows
Beyond the mist
Steadfast
Manifest
Consummate
Initiate
Expectant
With trepidation
But driven
By curiosity
And possibility
I often wonder, then
Am I the blur?
Am I the shadow?
In all those other eyes
I can barely see