Foggy Mountain

I've seen this optical illusion myself, while tribal people like me can see everything as alive and illusory.

Foggy Mountain

Fog cascades down the mountain, like a blanket,

Exposing pockets of fluff... abandoned in the rush.

When the quiet morning hour, becomes memorable,

My shadow surprises me by visibly radiating light!

Light, exploding outward from within the darkness,

As if my own shadow had somehow been electrified,

As if my shadow were more than just an empty void!

As if my shy silent shadow had a life of its very own!

As if it were normally just too much of a wall flower!

As if the lights, had been hiding in shadows all along!

Whenever I gaze upon my shadow, upon the calm fog;

Hundreds of rays all dancing like flame or lightening!

All thrilled at a chance to dance free of the darkness!

Yet, none can see the light around another's shadow;

Just as none can see, any darkness in another's soul.

For shadows are but pale memories of greater light;

The light inside everyone, which cannot really die!

Any of my companions could easily lie to the rest,

But, because we're honest, we bust out laughing!

Enjoying mama's really wicked sense of humor,

With startling, eight dimensional punch lines!

Surprising reminders of our mortal fallibility.

As if she's playing peek-a-boo, with infants,

Or joking, we’re all big babies to someone!

Forever reminding all, the Truth remains,

The context which decides any content!

The silent truth, embraces everything.

You can lie to everyone around you,

But then who would care about anything you say?

If no one cares, what you have to say!

If no one really wants to hear bullshit!

Its much better to simply remain silent!

Withholding, stupid personal comments!

Embracing the treasure, of golden silence.

Smile politely, at mama's sense of humor!

Thank her, for revealing yet another truth!

Compliment her, for sharing anything new.

Remaining mindful, of papa's greater truth,

Which is what mama adores, above all else!

Whenever mama calls, and papa is our rock!

If life's poetry in motion, demands attention!

Be attentive, to any echoes within the silence!

Search for any darkness, in your surroundings!

Be not afraid for all shadows contain the light!

But never allow great darkness to swallow you!

Seek out any light, struggling to escape the dark!

Cast all your shadows upon the calm pool of fog!

Look for your signs within confronting any truth!

Seek out the light inside attempting to escape you!

Find any contentment, in the victory of the silence!

Learning how to be just as still, as the rock of ages!

Thus, discovering the joy in any silent explanations!

Discovering for yourself, who you really desire to be,

Discovering for yourself, who you really are at heart;

Discovering for yourself your spark within never dies.

Take The Way Less Traveled the way returns the favor!

Your feet can shape the path, as the way shapes your feet!

For honesty with ourselves remains the greater loving truth!

Is the sparkling path to untold wonders, upon the yellow brick road!