Aug 22, 2017 · 1 min read

The Shadow
(City One, February 1992)
To live in shadow is thought hard
By those distracted by noise and light.
I make my bed in the shadow of Tao,
Asleep to those who think it right
To illuminate distinction and division
Where in shadow there is none.
They fear the life of spaciousness
Who confine themselves to some small space.
I spend my life in thankfulness
That I have no space to call my space.
I have given it to others to make their own
That I might know all space as home.
This shadow and space cannot be known
By those who wear a daylight self.
I leave myself that I might be shown
The beyond-the-self, the somewhere else.
Unhappy are those who will not dare
The freedom of the shadow there.