Names of Shadows Attempted Claim

Once external validations shadow was seen as clear as day, the final waxing stone of blockage simply fell away I saw the truth of my own shadow, I was denying the masculine of my nature and once I no longer turned from him he spoke clear as thunder " I am no mistake nor shall I hide behind prides shadow or the fear of being called the names of shadow that follow pride and fall, I AM A LIVING SOUL THE NAME HAS LITTLE MEANING, I Am Christian Morris I defy mortal reasoning and challenge it's shadowed state to reveal its truth in understanding and walk with it every day

When I speak I'm called new names unexpectedly quick in reaction to my becoming and its change , prophet, trying to be mythical, oracle, sage, philosopher, these are names I have been called not ones I picked to cage with ego, what they do not understand is, I am simply one with nature even though surrounded by shadows a connection so pure it bypassed systemic state when I shower I see the contrivance but the water nourishes me once acknowledged its natural forms cage, I am not preaching for one cannot in this way for once all is one a beacon has now been lit by fire carried on wind a song a cry a plea to be alive again and I answer in turn by feeling the whisper and let it ignite the flame within, consider my daily living as a testament of bread, when meat resists cutting i no longer meet with force, I steam the meat and wait in presence a respect of nature's natural course the meat responds as nature does and opens its nourishment to the one who feels it and is gracious and patient, when I speak to my child he is no longer visited by parent, but by living presence speaking from a child's remembrance, when I confront the shadows when they shout, they calm and vibrate back into resonant self, time is not restrictive for nature does not obey, it respects it through matters interplay, we are one we are all we are none and whole the same nature speaks I do not listen, I embody its feeling for full on understanding through experience comes what is seen as mystic sight, but what has come is unity that has been forgotten by the light and trapped in shadowed realm I have remembered its warming might

Now none will be able to turn my form to shadow, for remembrance of truth is what's revealed through light and shadow

Now the wheels of fate just like tides returning, call me to my place , to home returning but this does not simply feel like fate, FOR IT IS MY BECOMING!