Boxing with shadows ?

Shadow, oh shadow.....
Why lurking around ?
Come on, get up, and stand up.
Face me like a human being.

But, you are only a shadow.
You will always be where you are.
Your rightful place is always on the ground,
beneath my feet, along the path I walked.

There are times,
hindrances tagged along my life.
Depending on where the source of instigation,
they tagged behind,
squeezing from the sides,
or leaded from the front.

Hindrances are the occasional irritants of life.
But, these hindrances are merely shadows.
They are real and maybe menacing,
but at the end of the day,
they can't rise above me,
to challenge my determinations.

You may caused me temporary setbacks,
But I shall overcome.
I may fall, but I shall rise again,
with even greater determination.
You will never be able
to taint my dreams,
or poisoned my paths.
The wallet in my heart will always be generous,
But the shadow will always be underneath my feet.

Shadow, oh shadow,
don't ever be mislead !
If you come from behind,
I doubt you can rise to stab me from behind.
If you challenge me from the front,
I shall step on you to carry on forward.
I have greater purpose,
than to engage you lying on the ground.

In life, there are always
inconsiderate people behaving like shadows,
lurking around in emotional darkness with ill intent,
waiting for my enlightened presence,
to cause me mischiefs.
But that is life, and I will let it be.
I can never be a man of no shadow.

With or without shadows,
the clock ticks, and I must carry on.......
I will try, I will try,
to let go, and to move on with life,
and to enjoy
a cup of hot black aromatic coffee.
Om Namo Amithaba Buddha.

A shadow of certainty ?

I have
my troubled past,
and my glorious past.
It seemed,
I am contented with the present.
But am I in control of the present ?
The present,
will it dictates my future ?
What will it be ?
How can I ensure
a better future for my loved ones ?

I fear not the future nor the present.
I fear nothing,
but the shadow of of my fear.
My physical state is constant,
and my fears at times
are measurable and predictable.
But that elusive formless shadow,
grasped not, contained not,
varies with perception from different angles.

Is that elusive shadow my own ghost ?
Of my not so glorious pasts,
unwelcomely tagging along, to haunt me ?
To remind me
of my misdeeds of despite ?
or to challenge me
to let go of future responsibilities ?

In silence I do fear.
How can I find a tongue for my silence,
to turn these fears into ballads of life normalcy.
And a ballad of celebration of life and its purpose.<

Oh Almighty,
you have shined a light on me,
when my world is in darkness, and
when I am at my darkest moment of despair.
That shadow is
merely a reflection of my wronged priority
for wealth, honour, fame, and arrogances.

I fear not now my shadow.
That shadow reminds me
that I am still alive,
that you are always up there,
guiding me out of uncertainty
and life's dark patches.

My heart,
my mind
fears not the shadow of doubts.
The time shall come.
And I shall
meet the tides with no fear,
but with a peaceful and contented mind.