Your True Name Is Contained In The Shadow

Whatever that is shining behind you

Whatever that Maker of Shadows resembles

Whatever the nature of your Shadow

Whatever you do with the Shadow
Whatever your fear of it
Whatever the bead of sweat on your back tells you to feel

Whatever your holy books tells you
Whatever any God-keeper says you should do for penance
Whatever the fetish you keep in your pocket prescribes
Wherever the trees tell you walk to avoid your Shadow

Don’t listen

Turn and embrace that slippery wraith and listen to the whispered name you were born with
The one that no one wants you to know
The one that holds your power
The one that the rest of this forward lurching world seems to have forgotten

The one that grounds you

The one that explains why darkness trails you even in the strongest light
The one that makes the light visible at all