Wild beneath our Wings

When I look into your eyes
I try to surpass the many layers
You hide behind. I pass
The border that says
Wolf, Mammal, Animal.
I find you there
Being, life, energy.
I find my own existence there
Being, life, energy.
This is where we meet.
This where we are the same,
And this is where we
Learn to love each other.

This stunning photo is taken by Gro Saugerud. If you want to see more beautiful wolf photos or read about animals, please visit her blog here: https://grosaugerud.wordpress.com/

The roots of our Life-Light

Our insatiable God-hunger
Will slowly kill us
If we trick it with sugary treats
For too long.
It is an innate hunger to
Know our selves, to feel
The roots of our life-light.
And to turn our backs on it
Is the ultimate darkness
That will eventually blind us
To our very own soul.

Tears will belong to the sea

Where does the wind come from?
What is that celestial sound ringing in our ears?
Who knows if the first thing created was a board
where our fates could be chalked out,
or an unsharpened pencil placed
in our illiterate hands?
What we do know is that the flame
will always belong to the fire,
as tears will belong to the sea,
and we … we will keep cascading our lives
into the hands that lift the future
from the downtrodden ground.