Shadow Walker

This is a portrait of a woman named Sabrida Shing.
She is one of a few rare women to take on the task of becoming a Sadhu.
After her husband died, she grew her hair and wove his memory into it.

She creeps silent and deeply aware

Whispering through your shadows

Birdsong in the murky gloom

And you sense her presence

Dread and fear fill the space

Drumbeat of pain and sorrow

That darkness

You keep hidden

With barely a look

She senses hidden story

For she feels it very deeply

And in that moment, She is you

She is your witness

Your Comrade, Your Father, Your Mother

Bringing Ancestor forward

To witness your journey

You are not alone

Many have felt what you feel

Many have suffered at the hand maiden of loss

Many have kissed hopelessness hard on the mouth

Felt the pain of losing like scar on bone

Only to rise again

Only to thrive again

To roam through ancient woodland

With the Shadow Walker