Shadows Seek Light

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.

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

Man's fear of flames,
even as ignoring same,
fuels the fire.

Who among us truly knows cognition’s mystery,
its perpetual push and pull,
ebb and flow,
brightness of light,
compelling darkness,
infinity's whisper of silence sublime?

Yet…

Experience as shadow,
our ethereal companion,
faithful to a fault,
remains ever ready to forsake our worship,
anxious to be the playful jester
if only we would lighten up,
allow occasional light to expel the safety of shadow,

risk the light’s disclosure,

revel in the joy of chance.