The Shadow

The Shadow

When the Sun journeys east to west,
A silent shadow moves in quest—
From west to east it softly glides,
A mirrored path where truth resides.

We are but shadows cast in light,
Born of a source beyond our sight;
Behind us stands the eternal flame,
The breath of life, the cosmic name.

Our every step, our rise and fall,
Is but His reflection after all;
Not ours the motion we proclaim,
But His, through us, in form and frame.

Chāyā—shadow, subtle, deep,
Where hidden cosmic secrets sleep;
From her was Saturn’s being spun,
Child of shadow, child of Sun.

Thus sages placed in wisdom vast,
Sun and Saturn—opposed, steadfast;
A silent truth in skies they write:
Shadow exists because of Light.

See the crow in morning’s glow,
Westward flies where shadows flow;
At dusk it turns, to east it flies,
Tracing time across the skies.

O wanderer, pause—awaken, see:
You are not what you seem to be;
A shadow you are, yet not alone—
For the Light you seek is your own.