Encountering Shadows

“I like to see and touch the textured surface because I see them as a presence. The accumulation of effort towards encounter of my shadows in my unconsciousness is rough. It's not an easy path. It sometimes takes stops. It takes courage and meaning to continue the trip, but gradually I melt that darkness. I am not getting rid of that shadows, I am slowly being used to it as part of me. Then those shadows slowly let go of my light that has been suppressed. It frees that original piece of flesh that could be called my inner self. And that self is finally heard. The that inner child is young, untouched, but so raw in her emotions. She gets mad if she is not heard. But she waits, ironically. And she waited until I came through the path between my shadows to reach a hand to her. I touch her hand and… Between our hands through the touch there grows flowers, bushes of flowers, leaves, branches, then birds started fly around, butterflies sit on my shoulder… I see a beluga swimming like a baby in her womb, across the deep ocean field of my heart.”