Today I grabbed a shadow and held it in my hand. A fleeting moment, A whispering breath.
Anticipation swells within, making it hard to sort my thoughts. Waves of creativity crash against each other somewhere deep. Too deep to fight, Too powerful to withstand. Yet the shadow remains in the cleft of my hand, awaiting my attention. Discovered in stillness, Offering answers, if only I would partake. As I allow myself to sink past the surging waters, Past the teasing notions which offer no substance, The shadow overtakes me, covering me with its feathers. It is the strength of peace, A well wisdom. It is purposefully hidden, Yet desired by all. Within this shadow, the clamor ceases. Striving ends, And destiny revealed.