Shadow Weaver

I can feel the threads of imagination between my fingertips, brushing against my skin.
Light to the touch, yet evoking a profound depth within. 
They escape in the light of day, preferring to remain hidden;
Protected from the cold, harsh limitations of reality.

How to weave these golden threads of light 
Into the dark blanket of shadows? 
Insecurity, scarcity, fear, and sabotage. 

Filaments of imagination and dreams long for integration, 
Long for the co-creation of a new reality. 
They long to illuminate dark corners, to even play with the shadows; 
Working together to stretch the boundaries 
And make space for new possibilities to come in.

Feeling the threads of imagination between my fingertips, brushing against my skin; 
Light to the touch, evoking a profound depth within, 
I pull them through to face the cold, harsh limitations of reality 
And I make the choice to weave. 

I use the dark to accent the light and I weave those golden threads 
To create a world where my reality and my dreams not only touch, 
But can co-exist as one.