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The Sun at my back

The shadow before me

I have walked

In lock-step

With this phantom guide

Each twist and turn

I obeyed

And followed

Without question

The intimate silhouette

After weary years

Bent and exhausted

And with bowed head

I came upon a mirror

And spied the shadow’s source

Suddenly mirrors

Appeared everywhere

And soon I knew

The Truth had always

Had my back

Slowly I turned

And blinded by the Light

The shadow guide had gone

And in the stillness of discovery

I allowed Light’s soft embrace

One step more I took

Absorbed by Truth

The shadow-companion

‘Me’ dissolved

And only ONE remained

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