Is it here? Is it there? Oh look maybe over there!
The sparkle from the jewel lodged in the bare earth
The search for the unspoken truth, the precious stone
Is this where I will meet my fate? The question sparks a mellow tone.
Out over the ripples of the waters, the stone skips to its own beat
The dance of eternity, the always clean and paved golden street
The path looks clear and invites me to run up and down and just explore
Wait, was that just a shadow, the creatures of the old folk lore?
Oh no, there goes another, whipping past me with the strength of mighty men
The dark sides of my life, I knew I had to experience them but I didn’t know when
This road seems so clear and beautiful for my feet to touch
Who would have known the road I originally saw as paradise would bring my soul such misery and strife?
Steady as I go is what I tell myself as I look from side to side
Back and forth my eyes wander trying to find where the shadows live and hide
Who is there? And why are you on this road filled with perfect love and light?
“We are where you are, the only thing is we show up when you are ready to fight.”
This must be the wrong road I have traveled I was looking for the gem called my life
Now I see that the gemstone I was looking for in life, can only be accessed through the night
The parts of me I tried to deny are all on paradise road, illuminated by the passing light.
Talking to this shadow and now talking to that one, wow, I never knew this would be so much fun
Reconciling the shadowy differences, now the dark ones know I love them
They say “fine, fine you have passed the test, here is your sought after gem”
“All the twists and turns, ups and downs are all ways to keep you around?”
“In the dreams of your destiny, this truth will always and forever be”
“Every wrong turn that seems to put your boat off course
Will one day bring you back into the knowing that it’s always and forever a loving choice.”
With this information I want to just dance and scream
All of this time I was scared of the shadows, now I know they love sitting by the stream
Waiting to make life look wrong and undesirable, but in actuality they are just getting comfortable
Setting the stage for the morning dew to come and make all of the land nice and moist
I slip and hit the grass, laying here I smile knowing there are no mistakes, only the right choice.
Dwayne Chamble


