What is the shadow of a shadow, but self?

And all of the world and people as well.

Past, present, future, and heaven and hell?

All the angels and demons that never sing farewell.

A projection of mind,

Stuck in one part of time.

A longing or lust,

That lets your life turn to rust.

A single place,

Where you could not find space.

Something your soul heard,

For which, you could not find word.

But, if you stop what you are doing,

And begin to start clueing,

All the bits of the puzzle together,

The door will open and you’ll be begin to start coping, no matter the measure of weather.