Shadow

With the nights still darker than most, Coyote muses loudly on the wonder of the shadow.

"The shadow only exists out of shakey legged fear. Cowards deign only the good, the bright worthy of a glance. Your crazy, your madness, your anger, your spit, your shit, your fire, your finery broken into pieces because you threw them in a moment of disaster. These all exist you stupid ones. Your shadow exists because you feel the need to live in it. I embrace my lousiness. I love my vanity. I am all of me because I can be. Because who the fuck cares what you think. Because I am the trickster and that is a good enough excuse for most.

But you people are scared of what you mean. Scared of who you are. Scared of diving deep into the loneliness the crowns the pit of most stomachs. Because, oh poor me…what will it say about who I am. It will say you are the same as all human souls and brave enough to share with the sun who you are. What does it mean to be you. It means that you are nothing. You are everything. Including the icky sticky.

So this shadow you run from is made by you. You eclipse the sun. There is not evil outside blocking. Live who you are. No I am no stupid little trickster. I know my reputation. I know how people don't know how to look at me…crazy, wild, genius, dangerous, just tired. They, that grand mythical They…more mythical then even me…will look to you like you are more than they can handle. And I say to you that you are. You are now more of yourself. What you are, you can create and control. What you hide festers in dirty swamps desperately trying to get a view…to be see…to see…to scream in blood until magic happens and they are released and spill poison into your waters. Metaphorically speaking, of course.

So who you are is your choice…are you brave enough to be."

Coyote become distracted by the nature show on TV. Animals eat each other without apologies. There is no shame in who they are. He likes that and puffs up with his membership in the four legged and hairy club.