gift from the shadows

 Coming to terms
 With the heartbreaking reality of creativity
 

 That inherent in every form 
 Is the necessity to divide & distinguish
 

 That inherent in every door
 Is the possibility to be shut in 
 

 That inherent in every structure 
 Is the threat of being enclosed
 

 That inherent in every quilt
 Is the potential of being unraveled 
 

 And it is this reality
 That haunts me in my shadows


 And it took being consumed by my own shadows
 to show me that this too
 Was a manifestation of divine mercy
 Too transparent for my eyes -too accustomed to stability- to see

 

 It was an invitation into my formless essence
 That my residual attachment to form 
 Tried to convince me that I wasn't ready to accept
 

 It was the painful and embodied realization of humility 
 That was the antidote to the crippling perfectionism I craved all along
 

 The humility that I will never be able to hold absolute truth 
 in my hand for all to see

 That it was a categorical error to assume that one key of form
 could unlock all the locks inherent in form


 That a metaphor could capture the totality of 
  the nuances of the experience of liberation

 
 The humility that
 What is redemptive is God-given
 And medicinal for a context
 
That what is Divinely bestowed 
is to be received with grace
not with grasping

 And that an un-purified mind & fearful heart
 Will project fault on even the most useful form
 

 That the essence is unsullied
 Even if my perception of the form is
 

 That there is a secret to matter
 That is too subtle for the grasping mind to appreciate
 

 Thus the gift I bring back from the shadows
 Is the awareness of subtlety 
 The awareness of transparency

 And how confused everything gets when we lose sight
 Of how seriously we take what was made to be light