Shadows at the back of the mind, seemingly at the back of the head, not fully present, scampering away fearful and subtle, like the spider who seems to be staring at you, only suddenly to dart away.
Sometimes the shadows like the dream, stick, they want recognition and to dominate the present moment, like a bitter taste in the mouth.--------if only they can be remembered, gone and seem to be lost in a hazy fog.
Like a sticky glue the nuances persist until these dark clouds scuttle away -----then suddenly they lift as if an unseen force had told them to vamoose, go away.
Then the realization that thoughts like these, maybe all thoughts are apparitions and do not really exist they are part of a shadow world from the past far away or near and they are a blot , a stain that can be washed away by the understanding of their true nature---a transient, transparent illusion, a trick of the mind and once really felt in the deep space of oneself this will be the truth to set one free.
SHACK
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