There is pain
In the shadows
It’s true

There is blinding
In the light
Also true

And we seek one
After the other
Moth aflame
Seeking stillness
Of the quiet night
Again

The pain isn’t
Permanent
Nor is the day
Or the night
But each carry a
Lesson.

Do not be so bold
To reject the shadow’s
Touch, nor
The crisping of the sun.
The rise
The fall
The breath of the ethos.

We fill
We empty
We exist in between
The space betwixt
The cell wall
Hovering there
Vibrating
Merely sensing what we see
Feeling what we feel
Without realizing
We are gliding
On the wings of Love’s
Exhale.

-Angel Marie Russell

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