* Each and every day I wake and walk with the sun. * It starts low, climbing over hillsides, rising slowly. * At last it finds its place in the sky * and begins to color the Meseta. *   * Front and center a shadow grows. * It looks at me with indifference – a mirror of my darker side. * Fear, insecurity, doubt, * The manifestation of my inner demons. *   * Each and every day, I wake and walk and confront them. * If I fight and struggle, I hurt and suffer. * If I push them away, I push myself away. * I cannot hide, I cannot run, * I can only bear witness. *   * Salvation lies within absence. * But do I do it? Do I dare eclipse the sun? * To turn from the shadows is to turn from truth. * I would be swallowed whole. *   * My shadow is here, * my shadow is me. * So long as I walk the Way, * it will keep me company. *   * I can't be scared * I mustn't be afraid. * I must continue on and on and on, * moving toward the falling sun. *   * Each and every day, I wake and walk towards Santiago. * The closer I get, the lighter I feel. * The sun hangs low, peering over hillsides, descending slowly. * Color fades from the Meseta, and my shadow is behind me. *   * Westward lies Santiago, and I look. * The sun has set, the dark has settled. * A fire begins to grow deep inside. * It lights the valley and shows me the Way. * I wake and walk toward the Light, * closer and closer to Santiago.