Maturing by Shadows

Experience carries forever the joy and burden,
yet our hubris assumes possession,
even as war identifies nightmare,
and birth reveres unrealized dreams,
we carry on as if mirrors never become cracked.

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Occurrence without imperfections
realizes but a moment of fantasy,
when Time allows eyelids to close,
inviting respite before inordinate awakening
reveals the obvious once again.

Man fears flames,
even as ignoring same,

fuels the fire.

Who among us truly knows Understanding's mysteries,
its perpetual push and pull,
ebb and flow,
brightness of light,
compelling darkness,

infinity's whisper of silence sublime.

Maturing by shadows,
our ethereal companions,

faithful to a fault,
ever ready to forsake our resistance as worship,

anxious to be the playful jester,
if only we would lighten up,
allow occasional light to expel the safety of shadow-living

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Such begs maturity to step through the shadowy fear

and experience one’s destined light.