poetry and love and shadows...

ah, i put the previous poem up a week or so ago, but in a different form. I have tried to clean up the excesses in it, as i was very emotionally worked up when i wrote it, and it rambled and showed my anger more than i care to publish. so i pulled it, reworked it. In my heart is only this deep love and gratitude, appreciation and even fascination with what is going on in the transformation of human consciousness, how it is showing up in the world, and in this internet zaadz world. Yet often the deepest pain is an incongruence with my deepest faith and ideals, and the personal loneliness and neurotic shadows, that coexist with an awareness of this vast love and spaciousness that i have experienced myself to be. Oneness as a concept does not nurture the heart, only an unconditional acceptance of what is as it is, shadows and all. That is basically the theme of the poem, along with an appreciation for the challenge to be my most authentic and powerful self, that has been inspired by a friend to whom this was written. the process continues, and the onion continues to unravel. i know that i am of most service in the awakening of the world to love and peace, when i am accepting of my own weaknesses. I pray that you too are loving and embracing of all aspects of yourself, and don't be too harsh on yourself when you can't live up to the grand visions that we find on these pages, and in our own hearts. Every single little thing, dark or light or crouching deep in the shadows, is also a part of the oneness that is.... the sumacs in shadow, frame the inspiring light of the sunset, and complete the picture. the shadows in my heart, the nothingness of the night without these, how could we see the light?