Re: So Goes The Fall of Man & Dogs

Each of us has a shadow side. I sometimes acknowledge its existence. The butterfly would never come out of his combe if she never experienced a transformation. I am not very grounded right now. I feel like letting go. Not of life but rather, recognizing the shadow side of me, letting go of that former me, I pray the butterfly will emerge. It is a little uncomfortable now...being stuck in this cacoon...but some day soon I hope a more loving kind man will emerge. I am looking back only to acknowledge that former man as the vehicle of the later man. Parts of me want to stay grounded to the former me but that shell of a man is gone. There is no life there at all. I hope the other me salutes the former me while flying by. I guess my poetry of late is just a snapshot of that looking back... A kind of closure..if you will. It is a little awkward looking at the shadow side, but
I needed the exercise to shake it off. I don't know why I did so in such a public way...but I must have needed this as well...
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