shadow self plays
and flirts with her lightness-
tugs and tears at her sun-
trys to rip apart her strength-
debates her beliefs-
arouses her guilt-
makes her tired,
just plain tired.

under the blanket,
under the moon sliver-
its glow casts
an aura around her heart,
starts to drift
like soft snowflakes
around layers of troubles.

there is good silence.
it falls,
crackles like
a thousand silver points of radiance,
takes her breath away.

now,
she sits in a panorama
of white Himalaya like mountain tops.
no footsteps lead to her.
there are
no shadows,
no self,
no earthly breath here.

the shadow self flows
through
and meets in
a place where nothing matters.
where there are no questions,
therefore no answers
and everything sings.

jolted by the gurgling sounds
of a distant plane,
she awakens into this time,
flushed,
shaken with quiet peace and
lying under the shadowless moon glow,
she can finally breathe.

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