Wolf Women

As the evening
draws near
she becomes unable
to stay in one place

She is restless 
as she watches the sun set
and the darkness like a blanket
will soon cover the earth

She awaits the moonlight
and is ready to shed her tired spirit
longing to  embrace the endless night sky
with the wide open arms of her soul
She will not whimper
she will not go quietly down
she will not deny her needs

She wraps the warm breeze
around her bones
and she howls loudly
...her voice echos and her heart races
there is the sound of drums in the distance
she begins to dance
twirling in circles
lifting her eyes beyond the stars
her hands reach out and seek to grasp
each brilliant light above  her

the Wolf is her spirit guide
a mixture of calm and focus 
strength and courage 
She does not wander far from home
for she has no need to escape
only to feel the air upon her face
and the ground beneath her feet

she is in awe of Mother Nature
perfect and eternal
she is only one small rose
in a garden of millions
her heart beats harder, louder
like thunder and she is one with the wolf pack
as she closes her eyes and runs, faster and faster
until she is unable to run any further

sweet wolf spirit
once again has entered her world
taking her from mundane and totally human
obligations and necessary acts of ones life
and for just a little while
she is free...wild and animal
without worry without conditions, rules
without expectations ,demands, she is not perfection
she is not looking for approval or attention
she is simply "being"  
she howls and she dances and she runs free
her mind is far from places that demand proper
and strict obedience ...she howls she growls
she claws, she is at peace with the earth, and her 
sacred spirit
Night is still now
she returns to her refuge
to her pack
her hearts' chosen path
...she will always be a little bit wild
she will never be totally human
she will forever seek a balance of the two worlds

wolf woman
human woman
spirit and soul dancing under full moon light
as time stands still
to watch her

There is the sound of drums beating 
and of others who howl as well
there is no fear no sadness
no rules
only common ground
and generations of creatures such as these
who tell stories by fires burning
who chant and dance and embrace the earth
who climb mountains
and swim in cool rivers
and watch ocean waves come and go
...powerful are the ones who do not ignore
the wild one within them
knowing its a balance that should be sought
...we are sacred
we are blessed
we are many
we are one
  Blessed Be.