A poem by Lis Kalogris
Shadows derive from light
And dark
Nature's cosmic choreography
A dance
Gliding oh (just) so intimately
They drift
Momentarily together
Then depart.
PAT: My sister, Lis, a great patron of the arts for all of her life, has the uncanny eye and deep inner wisdom to see what is inside of a shadow. She takes shadow pictures and calls them “Shadow Play”.
This is a shadow of my sister. I can even see her glasses that sport a reflection of her inner glow.
A shadow of a hand that has dipped into so many sinks full of dishes. Soft with interesting little lines and wrinkles. And the shadow – what do you see?
To me this picture is the most startling and profound of her Shadow Play. It almost looks like a benevolent god looking down on a city of angels, a city filled with shadow and light. It is astounding, comforting to me somehow amidst these turbulent times we live in. All seems like shadows now. Our world is cracked wide open. Yet perhaps it needed to crack wide open so we can see how very vulnerable we are.
And so we pray
The Shadow and the Gift
A Celtic Prayer - Macrina Wiederkehr
Wide eyes and excited
I see the gifts I used to stumble over.
Praying with the shadow
I have come to understand it.
Leading me into its secret
it has shown me
that it doesn't like.
Quietly, it proclaims the
existence of something
deeper,
something real.
Study the shadow
and you will find the gift.
with eyes wide open
you can see through the shadow,
all the way through
to a deeper truth.
Yes, even shadows
can make you wise
once you've discovered
how to look.
For every shadow hides a
gift.
and because of that
I love shadows.
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