Rip the Veil from Your Eyes

There is a stirring. I can feel it. It moves, slithers, writhes, twisting and turning. It’s making me restless. There beyond the end of my awareness, the subtle pulse of it throbs as if it were a drum in the depth of my soul. Something calls. Not as a spirit does though. This is different.

The depths of the woods, the dark of the night, they sing. This song is wild and permeates the edges between. It is the musk in the damp earth, crisp of the air, silver of the moon, the bellowing of the stag into the night, the screech of the owl… 

It is the hum of the point where these come together.

All about me this song claws itself into my flesh, pouring itself into my blood, demanding that my bones rattle to the tune. Dance they say. Dance as the serpent dances. Hiss and seethe. Sway and shake.

Go and drink your fill of me ye who longs. Rip the veil from your eyes and gaze upon the face of the eternal sun. Burn away the flesh with its searing heat and step out into the night. Answer the call. Come.

 

Boidh Sé,

-SM

“Lost in a thicket, bare-foot upon a thorn path.”