“For in and out, above, about, below, tis nothing but a magic shadow show played in a box whose candle is the sun, round which we phantom figures come and go” ~~ Omar Khayyam
I know not my place in time. Have I traversed the great white void, entered the shadows and emerged into the light where I meet the great I AM
OR, am I spawned by the light, negotiating my way through the shadows to pristine peace, unencumbered with challenges behind and with contentment ahead?
Either way seems an acceptable destination.
Thought provoking and beautifully written Beverly. You have pulled the deepest questions from the image indeed.
ReplyDeleteEither way seems acceptable. I say travel the path of light and leave your imprints in the crunchy snow.
ReplyDeleteYou are going to need snowshoes and poles .... this is deep with hidden meaning. Well done, Bev.
ReplyDeleteHa! I prefer to think the snow is not deep!
Delete"I spawned by the light" - yes.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful--a wonderful epigram and the ending just unfurled into magnificence.
ReplyDeleteA beautuful contemplstion on today's photo prompt
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping by to read mine
Much💖love
Always, walk in light Bev.
ReplyDelete"spawned by the light" love that phrase so much. This image has certainly brought reflection and fantastic poetry from you.
ReplyDeleteOnline Magician, I admire this article for the well-researched content and excellent wording. I got so involved in this material that I couldn’t stop reading. I am impressed with your work and skill. Thank you so much.
ReplyDeleteI love "negotiating my way through the shadows". Thoughtful poem, Bev!
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