So I wrote this poem about 2 years ago. It's short, and raw. It was written at a time when I had been feeling disconnected after a period of solid spiritual activity. But I see now the illusion of those feelings, because even in that dark place I still created. The Great Work isn't necessarily about feeling warm and fuzzy all the time. Sometimes our work makes us walk through the shadows so that when we emerge we can shine all the brighter.
Clouds descend and the darkness falls
Hopeful dreams retreat from the shadowed mass
Anger fills me and I scream
No longer can I believe my lies
Gone is the radiance that once filled me
Ended are the days of light
Sacrificed to feed the Demon within
Puck D. Coyote
4/13/11
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