A Meeting With My Soul Poem by Robert Hilary

sitting in the center of a shadow painted room.
gazing through the window, into the twilight's fading bloom.
around me my world is shifting, as the sun sets in the sky.
that colossal orb of light and fire, laying down to die.
the shadows twist and lengthen. the eve is drawing close.
as I sit in the center of a darkening room.
awaiting a visit from my soul.
'you're here.' said a voice,
sweet, deep and low.
'i'm glad that you could make it,
Unbidden and alone.'
As the light was siphoned quickly,
I dwelled upon the words,
no fear of other listeners,
for i was the only one who heard.
'I am here for myself, and who i wish to be,
but don't care to differentiate the two,
they are both the same to me.'
by now the darkness prevailed the light, dominating all,
with it's silent might.
'who you wish to be? '
said the voice, quieter then a shadow on the wall.
'i believe the truth, is that you wish to know, who you are at all.'
I stared out the window. into the blackened night. awaiting the liquid softness of silver light.
'who am I' i asked innertly directing the question to my soul,
'Ah.' said the soul. 'A question asked. Is an answer that wants to be known.'
from the window, upon which my gaze was transfixed, my eyes were greeted by the moons solemn glow.
'you are I' whispered the voice. 'you are more than what you seem.
You are all that is between us, as one within everything.'
i was silent for a time, for a time i thought and rue.
my eyes never leaving, the vibrant disc, of the illuminating moon.
'if what you say is true, my soul, than who am I? to me? How can i be who i am inside. if that's who i want to be.' the voice began to shift and shiver, with laughter, so I supposed. and in a quake my soul replied, in a quiet, rumbling voice. ' you are all that you believe. that which is truth, and that which is false. you are non existence existing within a partial existence, known only to yourself.' you make your truth's inside your mind. you judge yourself with all you know. but deep within you know only one thing. which is that you do not know.'
' I do not know myself, ' i said. 'for if i Am all that i believe, then i would be the moon in the sky, and the leaf of every tree.'
'that is for you to decide, ' said the voice. 'only you may know. this is not a thing that can be shown to you, not a thing that can be told.' the voice was as thin as mist, it wavered in the air. and with a flicker, and a shift of thought. I knew it was no longer there.
in silent contemplation, i sat there still as stone.
as the lights of dawn began to stretch into the sky
i was sure i was alone.
as if the night never happened, i got up and left the room.
i went outside and began to walk,
as morning began to bloom.