Where Trees Kiss Their Shadows

old-growth forest trail
My shadow followed me out for a walk today
I was feeling low and a bit disoriented too
Fragmented, you know
As if I could not touch my wholeness
as if I were not one

Always seems like a good thing to do
Acknowledge my…coming along with myself
When I am stuck such
And to go deep into the forest
High into the mountains where wild spirits live

Where trees kiss their shadows
And people too
We did find a tree and her shadow to sit with
Me and my shadow I mean
Conversation was branching and rooted

As you might imagine
Just the tree and her shadow
Which turned out to include the wholeness of the cosmos
Ready to teach the many of me about the each of us

Wisdom seems to be
That this shadow of mine and I
Turns out we are hitched you see
My shadow sees what I would rather not
And I see, well, I see what my heart and mind

Are perceptive and courageous enough to look upon—when I am willing
Though normally I see only what I saw yesterday and the day before
Sometimes however a fellow needs to see himself and the world anew
And I know of nothing more potent for this
Than bringing light and love to one’s shadow

Holding hands on a walk is better than good for such
But they like to be kissed too you know
Appreciated for the intelligence and wisdom
Giving birth and balance to the light and the darkness


This theme of the Shadow seems to be up for me. Something about the times we live in and my own inner efforts to meet it; this begs honoring that it lives not ‘out there’ in isolation of or even separate from what also lives within.

What I’m reaching for in these explorations is freedom. The freedom, so much as there is, to live the life of my choosing rather than a life in service of my unconscious needs and drives and insecurities. This is, in so many ways, ‘the work of our times’ for all of us.

Here’s a related post from earlier this year titled, I took my shadow for a walk today.


  1. Robin Easton

    09/19/2018 at 4:05 pm

    What a truly amazing Soul you are, dear Jack Larry Glover. Where did you come from? Were you born of the Shadows of Trees, morphing into human form by Creative Inspiration? Or were you sent to Earth on Light Beams…from another world? Maybe you sprouted at the feet of Giant Trees, amidst exposed roots and humus, after millennia of listening….to Mycelium’s Secrets of the Trees. Or did your Soul emerge from the Earthy Soil, the Soul of All Life “deep into the forest, High into the mountains where wild spirits live” —– Yes, I think that must be the beautiful way of….you
    —–Such evocative and alluring writing, dear Larry. Not only stunningly creative, but sooooo piercingly intimate, so inward and ponderous. A Vision Quest….a way of Being, I can’t thank you enough.

  2. Larry Glover

    09/20/2018 at 3:29 pm

    Oh Robin, it’s like you just strip from me all the facades of any isolated human identity—and remind me of who I am! We humans are such vaster creatures of wonder and awe that we yet allow ourselves to imagine!
    And as I sit with these beautiful evocative lines of yours… feeling your spirit and soul… sensing you back in the rain forest… slowly being stripped of the imaginary constructed socialized self… day by day being in-formed and inspired anew as to your deeper being… your source and inter-being until you became the trees and soil and water and serpent again and star too and… I know you have touched and know each of your profound images as who you are too. God I love your writing!!! And you, dear Robin.

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