JOHN MCINTOSH
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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