shadow

Who
at morning-rise, speaking
from the shadow leading on,
Goes with you
still in the evening, trailing behind.
Life's long walking
To the gate
of twilight, where the shadow
fades into that night
Beyond which
a strange dawn or none at all awaits.
Listen close, while
There is
yet time, to hear the shadow's voice,
a knowing beyond choice,
of what you are when you are
Only nothingness