Shaking Out the Light

The blind can find it more easily than me. Hidden in plain sight: There, right there. Wracked in pain, its loss shines bright. Shaking out the Light. All my questions, all my doubts, falling on deaf ears. Who hears or cares? All has passed into the night. Shaking out the Light. The mystery of magic is within the sacred self. The key to its unfolding is an unoccluded eye. The words are long forgotten but the traveled path remains, and so we walk unfettered despite our worldly pains. This heart marks time in fractured intervals. Whispered in the dark, the truth denies a nameless beast that hides from sight. Shaking out the light. How I thirst, my throat too dry to drink. This cup will cure the wounded heart I think. One sip resumes the endless fight. Shaking out the light. The mystery of magic is within the sacred self. The key to its unfolding is an unoccluded eye. The words are all forgotten yet the traveled path remains, and so we walk unfettered despite our worldly pains. Combatant’s mirrored gaze stares back at me. Freedom bought with fire burns within. Sin reborn in dead of night. Shaking out the light. These words are said and sung aloud. Their meanings dance. The vision, blurred, demure and fragile, soon takes flight. Shaking out the light.