Shadowdance

A noble-hearted fool 

dances with his shadow at dawn, 

and the Sun comes 

upon the mountainside, aglowing.

Like a plant that grows 

from a seed, he reaches upward 

toward the dawn 

that resonates through time.

He knows that he cannot know, 

and he remembers 

what it means to forget. 

And so love,

Say the wise.

Be patient,

and be kind.

Love each other 

as your own. 

For there is no high,

No low or alone. 

Isn’t it funny?

Our strange fate:

To love and not know

We are what we seek.

My shadow, he sits

beside me at night.

‘Round the hearth, the fire,

the cosmic dance of life.