Deborah McNamara posted: " A poem on working with shadow, seeing beyond our own perspectives, and moving into where we most need to grow. (Image: JPlenio on Pixabay) When encountering a blind spot:pause, listen,go slowly hereso as not to miss "
A poem on working with shadow, seeing beyond our own perspectives, and moving into where we most need to grow.
(Image: JPlenio on Pixabay)
When encountering a blind spot: pause, listen, go slowly here so as not to miss true gift of peering into what is not yet seen.
Inner world and outer: discerning what is our own free of shadow and projection, unbound by habit and conditioning, land then beyond what has been eclipsed.
What shapes recur over and over in days and relationships calling us to take note? Each thing's deepest desire: to be recognized, seen in wholeness. The most important: being mirror holding looking glass inwards willing to receive patterns reflected like ripples through air.
What lies beneath? Let this always be in question. And beyond: that field of Rumi, past right and wrong a place of horizon and heart mind finally resting now ready to perceive spaces beyond words.
There is no fighting here — instead taste of limitless compassion, broadest view in all directions. Here: no gaslighting or defense, only holding infinity beyond judgment absorbing each complex nuance even the painful.
When encountering a blind spot: hold each thing in light. Coax dark marks trailing within us all. These places need soothing, the balm of self-love extended outwards into world desperately atrophied, too often choosing familiar comfortable view, the one not transforming the one without roots.
Meet self and other here instead: see now beyond own perspective ego suspended, origins in empathy dancing with the places we have yet to grow into.
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