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staring my shadow directly in the eye

peaceful now, paused, i realize

it’s not the enemy i thought it to be

just a repressed facet of my divinity


we’re taught to label each thing

this is good, no, not that, it’s bad

perhaps it fully depends on

the perspective that we have


we’re always hustling, rapidly skipping

on the pebble-strewn pathways of life

absorbing the discord and the drama

distracted by shame energy and strife


what if we exhale and surrender

to the balance of universe’s law

integrating all our shadowed bits

grace will catch us if we fall


tearfully i’ve thanked my ego

for guarding me all of these years

helped me to keep a brave face on

in spite of my trepidation and my fears


she relaxed and stopped screaming

and finally seemed to understand

now that i’m awakening woman

exquisite experiences are at hand


what we resist will persist

is what the spiritual philosopher said

he meant to do it constantly, mindful

of the fake fears, the perpetual dread

of doings things, heartfully, bravely

expanding now, every day at will

to turn back to our dead existence

is akin to swallowing a bitter poisoned pill  



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