CALLING WOLF

Without truly knowing yourself, it gets so cold and lonely inside… Almost dead that refuses to remain dead, The Undead actually

Deep within, those unspoken and un-visited places, that border on not human lives a Wolf. Big bad wolf? No, not really …just lost and alone

On full moons and the pitilessly blank nights, everything in between, the Wolf calls …it rings on and on and on, echoes in the vast deeps of my Mind

It would bother me little, I actually love the sound of it, but that my Soul responds and stirs. As if hearing promises known to them two alone

A sad sound my Soul produces, a sad whimper resounding full of loneliness and sadness and solitude and a deep crack running to the Core

Sensitive to feel, this deep fissure is, too sensitive to be felt or explored or even seen but there it is and the Soul knows

So does the Wolf, they both see everything …know everything. They touch everything, these two, pervading my entirety with Fogs of Unconsciousness and Nebulae of Subconsciousness and Heated Sun-rays of Consciousness

Sigh.

Shivers rake my corner of the Cosmos, micro-cosmic tremors, raking my wholeness in tandem with the Wolf calls and Soul whimpers

It is a dance now, a Cosmic Phenomenon, flooding my ways with everything and overwhelming me with the nothingness experienced

I am reduced to a bleep in the tick of Times. What if Time is a Being experiencing its own self and like myself unable to break free of its own passing …only it is the one passing and can’t even stop itself?

Just a bleep in the ticking of Times, the passing of Kronos as he becomes Kairos, unto myself and my whimpering Soul and the calling Wolf

Maybe, I ought to respond …just peak into the sensitively deep crack in my existences. Maybe then my Soul will find the strength to drop its shivers and whimpers …the Wolf will not call again

Ancient Forces these are, that force me closer to the deepness and the darkness and the calling Wolf that my Soul oh so loves

I feel myself awaken, feel the Cosmos stir within. A new star is born, amid the Nebulae, more Sun-rays to cut through the Fogs …find my way to the calling Wolf

My Soul is excited, invigorated. Maybe this is the right thing …maybe the only way there might be. To find the calling Wolf, to heal the deep Fissures, to placate my whimpering Soul

Embrace the Wholeness in your Oneness

Answer the calling Wolf…