Celestial Balance of Shadow and Light
A multitude of realities
Whether wrong or right,
Varying opinions of sorts.
What if we are all incorrect?
Wrong in trade of thought?
Is it possible
Have we forgotten?
Simplest
Of forms,
Thoughts,
Actions,
Carrying the most weight?
The moon waxes full in silent grace,
Mirroring souls rising tides — bleeding into the darkened night — dances the cosmic pendulum in space, balancing Shadow and Light.
As the outer sky shifts its face — inner compass fights to stay whole.
Suns ascension in morning fire,
Ignites egos’ conscious drive,
To sink beneath the western hill,
A cycle born of fierce desire,
That leaves the evening cold and still.
We chase the heat of external power,
Then drown in the quiet midnight hour.
What if we are all correct?
Seeing things as truth?
Is it possible
A multitude of realities?
Stars alignment in ancient schemes — geometrical precision — vast is the void. As above, so deep within it seems — personal chaos surely destroyed.
Orion hunts across the dark — Saturn’s constricting of the fragile mind,
A heavy, testing, internal spark — forcing straying soul to align.
Spring bursts alive with blooming green,
An innocent and gorgeous sight,
While winter strips the forest clean,
With cruel and destructive might.
The internal seasons shift their weight,
From joyous growth to grieving state.
Soon, it shall be
Two viewpoints,
Way of seeing things.
Darkness vs. Light
Right vs. Left
and Right vs. wrong.
Upper worlds vs. Lower
Two mouths to feed.
A hurricane destroys the coast,
Yet feeds the ocean life below.
The things that we desire most,
Are born from seeds of pain and woe.
The eclipse outside blots out the sun,
Just as the shadow self takes hold,
A war of placement, never won,
Until the inner truth is told.
Where doth one stand?
Here or there?
Within flight
Or solid ground?
What is the solid ground?
Intrigued by
All There Is,
Left in wonderment.
Does it
Really Matter?
~Ani Po
