25 Jun 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, No Comments.

Poem 013 In the beginning

In the beginning, there was the light, all bright, until we turned away to see, until we came to be, one with the shadow
We came to see the show, to see what we could find and watched the shadows dance, on the walls inside our mind.
Captivated by its rhythm, I followed like a child, chasing each and every shadow, with passion almost wild.

We danced around the fire, in celebration of the moment, as the darkness gathered round us, I was alone
Loud unnerving noises, downcast unsmiling faces, like dreams I long destroyed, yet, still remember these places
For I have been exposed and have been put to shame, for reluctance, proves a cowardly thin.
I could not confront the light, could do nothing but decline, these dark corners offered me no refuge,
from the sounds inside my mind

Standing alone on the edge, the ledge of the abyss, an uninstructed soul astray, I prayed, cowardice
Like an unexpected breeze, a whisper, how everything was going to be alright,
like a hand upon my shoulder, like a loving embrace,
turning me to see the light and there, in the middle of the space,
stood only a small candle burning bright.

All these insignificant things that I have judged,
that had passed between, casted shadows much larger,
but now I’ve seen
They were only shadows, only fears,
but now I see as children see.
through acceptance, through embrace,
I found that place, where I am free,
I am not alone