No more abiding false frights. The time is here to bask in all shades of our darkness and light. Into our likenesses; to be true to our selves. To stop listening to the sinister commands of, “or else”. Dream and sleep soundly, safe and loved through your nights, and awaken again into your true light’s pure might. We’re onto something. We’ve done ourselves so wrong it’s now right. Some may feel jealous, wanting others hidden away or to bask too in the light, for their own light-filled days. Let us all take up space. There’s enough room to bloom. Don’t hide. Don’t heed. Beam forth what’s true for you. Cheer on others as we all do that too. Hold firm to who you are, so dear, and be an example to draw other truth-beings near. Show how free we can be when we banish all fears. The creativity is flowing, a movement of gears. Oh how we’ve longed for this variety through the years. Hear this: all flames glow, and now everyone can see. Everyone knows. We all can be free. And when dusk breaks, we get to decide, “do I dip into my shadow and go for a ride?” Stay here awhile. Explore my authentic me. Say, “come what may. Will I be swayed by another’s dark zone of gray? How will I know if we never can play?” In shadow we’re in the midst of such a grand gall, closer to deciding whether to rest, climb or fall. In shadow we can hang out and observe all the colors of life, the joys and the strife and the confusion we’ve heard…All the herding of sheep, on their backs each a bird, tweeting and chirping a whirl of words. Sip the gossip. Brave the noise. Someone is coming with a bounty of toys. And the shadow brings a respite that’s cool too. Although perhaps with a confusion of who rules who. Ponder the fools here, we know we’re all one. It’s not a delusion when we’re the suns of these guns. Here in our shadow there’s a muddle in the middle. You might be asked to stay little, not honoring your strength. Tricked and deceived to join a bully’s higher ranks. Or to be submissive to a dominant friend. Only you can know your own boundaries’ end. And maybe today I want to be mean. I can go into my darkness and be a merciless machine. So perhaps with glee I take a trip into my dark. Maybe here I can better light up my wicked spark. This journey we’ll embark upon may bring memories of pain. We may find ourselves surrounded by others with an aim to non-consensually maim. Some are snatched from the shadows and snatched from the light and there’s some sadistic pleasure in not caring what’s wrong or what’s right. You can let the weight fall; party hard. Have a ball. But our souls pay the toll and our egos know, so when we step back into the light it may all be too bright, and maybe we’ve woven something so wrong, so we’ll need a mask to breathe, no relief, to disguise our false thief. The horror of causing another life grief. After the fall it may all seem too hot and sunny. And we’ll be reminded…we need money. We’ll be asked to steal some hunny. And we’ll likely think ,”this doesn’t seem fair. We had such fun in that deep dark lair. There was something authentic in letting down my hair. It seemed so stealthy; not a worry or care.” Still perhaps someone saw us, caught unaware. And so with newfound knowledge, knowing more clearly my edges, I can burst into the light and I won’t hide what was there. I take pleasure in knowing that we’re all here to be cared for and care. And to carry the burden of all that’s hurting when we’re uncertain. Somehow we must look behind the curtain. Step out and take a bow. The time to show our true hearts is now. No matter dark, shadow or light, we are entrusted to share these dazzling days and nights. We surrender how we live and work and stop giving away our power to anyone hurt. For no one is to be left out of the fun. Prepare for more mess while we lessen our stress. All is to come out right, fair and won. We are a wondrous oneness that cannot be undone.
An accurate and compelling description of the moment we're in. Thank you, Jack.
I really want to believe this.. but tbh I’m seeing more signs that this event isn’t bringing any substantial change in where I am. It’s saddening
Take a breath, and just look. With your heart not your eyes. There are signs. 🤍
Headed home to make coffee and read this.
No more abiding false frights. The time is here to bask in all shades of our darkness and light. Into our likenesses; to be true to our selves. To stop listening to the sinister commands of, “or else”. Dream and sleep soundly, safe and loved through your nights, and awaken again into your true light’s pure might. We’re onto something. We’ve done ourselves so wrong it’s now right. Some may feel jealous, wanting others hidden away or to bask too in the light, for their own light-filled days. Let us all take up space. There’s enough room to bloom. Don’t hide. Don’t heed. Beam forth what’s true for you. Cheer on others as we all do that too. Hold firm to who you are, so dear, and be an example to draw other truth-beings near. Show how free we can be when we banish all fears. The creativity is flowing, a movement of gears. Oh how we’ve longed for this variety through the years. Hear this: all flames glow, and now everyone can see. Everyone knows. We all can be free. And when dusk breaks, we get to decide, “do I dip into my shadow and go for a ride?” Stay here awhile. Explore my authentic me. Say, “come what may. Will I be swayed by another’s dark zone of gray? How will I know if we never can play?” In shadow we’re in the midst of such a grand gall, closer to deciding whether to rest, climb or fall. In shadow we can hang out and observe all the colors of life, the joys and the strife and the confusion we’ve heard…All the herding of sheep, on their backs each a bird, tweeting and chirping a whirl of words. Sip the gossip. Brave the noise. Someone is coming with a bounty of toys. And the shadow brings a respite that’s cool too. Although perhaps with a confusion of who rules who. Ponder the fools here, we know we’re all one. It’s not a delusion when we’re the suns of these guns. Here in our shadow there’s a muddle in the middle. You might be asked to stay little, not honoring your strength. Tricked and deceived to join a bully’s higher ranks. Or to be submissive to a dominant friend. Only you can know your own boundaries’ end. And maybe today I want to be mean. I can go into my darkness and be a merciless machine. So perhaps with glee I take a trip into my dark. Maybe here I can better light up my wicked spark. This journey we’ll embark upon may bring memories of pain. We may find ourselves surrounded by others with an aim to non-consensually maim. Some are snatched from the shadows and snatched from the light and there’s some sadistic pleasure in not caring what’s wrong or what’s right. You can let the weight fall; party hard. Have a ball. But our souls pay the toll and our egos know, so when we step back into the light it may all be too bright, and maybe we’ve woven something so wrong, so we’ll need a mask to breathe, no relief, to disguise our false thief. The horror of causing another life grief. After the fall it may all seem too hot and sunny. And we’ll be reminded…we need money. We’ll be asked to steal some hunny. And we’ll likely think ,”this doesn’t seem fair. We had such fun in that deep dark lair. There was something authentic in letting down my hair. It seemed so stealthy; not a worry or care.” Still perhaps someone saw us, caught unaware. And so with newfound knowledge, knowing more clearly my edges, I can burst into the light and I won’t hide what was there. I take pleasure in knowing that we’re all here to be cared for and care. And to carry the burden of all that’s hurting when we’re uncertain. Somehow we must look behind the curtain. Step out and take a bow. The time to show our true hearts is now. No matter dark, shadow or light, we are entrusted to share these dazzling days and nights. We surrender how we live and work and stop giving away our power to anyone hurt. For no one is to be left out of the fun. Prepare for more mess while we lessen our stress. All is to come out right, fair and won. We are a wondrous oneness that cannot be undone.