Sitting With the Shadows
I came in, milky
moving in existence darkly
protecting, the heart
noticing all the shadows
hoping only to purify
I practiced metta
walked into the prairie
focused on breath
observed time of seasons
created eight days of silence
I felt beauty
I smelled fires of life
I saw compassion
I conceived illusion
I heard the soft heart
Unveiling myself
insight cast from deep inside
a breeze touched
brushed against suffering
delighted with the shadows
by Peg Hazenbush
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