The Mirror of Time

Everyone is touched.
Even darkness can no longer hide.
It now faces the mirror of its own deeds,
often reflected in the eyes of another.

And no matter how indignant the reaction,
karma does its work.
Always.
Unavoidable.
The slate is being cleared.

I let the spectacle play itself out.
For my place is within,
where the feminine and masculine energies
dance together once more.

There my joy rises.
There I remember that love is stronger than any shadow.
And in that dance it becomes clear:
the collective moves toward healing,
and even darkness finds its way back into the light.