(Untitled)
A friend from my past quietly reminded me today in response to my last post that despite what name I have given my religion, I have always been at truest to me self, a walker of the shadow paths. And even though I call my Great Spirit the name of a monotheistic Godde, we are still inexplicably linked by the shared experience of walking the shadow
( Read more... )
Comments 1
these paths... along the margins... like the wild shores and skirts of the ocean... or those corridors between adjacent universes... encountered at times when the veil between worlds is 'thin'... so thin sometimes... two worlds so close... and also, sometimes, places of connection...
and the murmurs at dusk... the shimmering beauty along the edge of a wood... the shining glory reflecting off the water by the verge of a lake... the hush-roar-sway of the waves, break-break-breaking on the lonely coast...
so some people, knowing these proximities, do indeed feel... like strangers in a strange land... margin-dwellers... aware of the presence... the pulse... the love... like a mantra
Reply
Leave a comment