SHADOWLANDS

Shadowlands
Beyond the self
Endowed, misnommed, arrived.

In truth, I only know now and beyond.
In self, I feel and forego illusions and mirrors.

Shadowlands
In the truth beyond, I only find questions.
In the mirror of myself, I only know to stumble upon, to tremble upon, to let myself unravel.

Shadowlands
Mirrors of blackness and impossible pursuits
In search for light, the shadow is at the door of self

Shadowlands
Who am I to climb upon thousands
Of souls and paths,
To find answers in-between and further?!

Shadowlands
Those who reach it
Never to be found again
In the light of the shadows
Beyond themselves
Only to find the truth of them, Beyond.
Endowed, lost, misnommed, misnamed, mistaken, arrived and found.

Shadowlands
Where the light prevails and shadows are clouds and echoes of rainbows.

Let me dive in the shadowlands and forever be changed.

Shadowlands. Shadowlight.

SHADOWLIGHT

Light anew
Beyond the darkness of souls and in between
A renewed sense of self and faith

And yet, I stumble,
Upon myself, the vines of others, the intertwined feelings of a collective consciousness falling beneath all hope and reverence.

Light anew, light unfolden.
Unbroken.

Light anew and in the trenches of my souls and hearts
It echoes to the vibration of truth. Truths.
It shakes, it shivers,
For fear of the shadow, for fear of its disappearance, for fear...

Light anew, all around, all abound, all between
Through our blood, our veins, our bliss, our pains.

Light anew.
Joy and freedom through the shadowlands!
Light anew.

Let the light enthral our bodies to exhaustion, to the shadows, to a never ending dance of souls, whispers and wisdom.

Light anew. And in the shadowlands, they merge.

Shadows anew. Lightlands.
Shadowlight
Light shadows
And everything in between.

I am light. I am shadow. And so are we.

Lucie Aidart
December 2022

Reading of “Shadowlands. Shadowlight” at Typewronger, Edinburgh, December 2022