Moods are strange things,
Like objects barely seen on the horizon
of twilight,
Shadows backlit by the setting sun,
letting me perceive only the absence of light.
Moods left unchallenged,
on the Horizon of consciousness,
best viewed from afar
Once the Shadows assemble
in the Streams of present thought,
the very Spirit, the very Soul
of oneself may become,
succumb to the bygone energy,
brought to Life again,
making the present become like the shadows,
and perhaps lost to sight, altogether.
I may have transformed
or grown in Wisdom
through one simple acknowledgment
By the realization that I must
stop the incessant internal mental program
that kept
Finding blame and fault
in all of Life
and Life situations
Somewhere, gradually, there is the perception,
that contained in us,
is the future birth of all that
has yet to blossom and fulfill.
Yet through continual judgement
and damnation of our acts ,
the possibility of yet unlived seasons,
will dehydrate and crysalise.
