The Wild Of The Spirit...

         Smelling sounds of sweet silence she seems to send sincere thoughts of solitude through her own sentience. A far wind blows the fever of thought through the seemingly pleasant forest. When he sees’s what his senses smell it forms an interesting substance for his mind to mull over. The shape of the smell is something that only is sensible from the human individual, from which it was born… and it does not exist outside of the human mindset, for this shape is something of our own world of mystery and illusion, and does not comply with a thought of set parameters or unbreakable laws. The fur of the wolf sits cold and damp from the fight before… longing for the embrace of his counterpart he fights for his position amongst the darkness of this mile. When in thoughts of a traveling man, he may be a renegade a rebel an outcast… but yet he is the one that stands before the wormhole that is our destruction and regret. Have none of this my fair child for the rebirth is at foot and the awakening is what we must ignite, so that these souls that we see are not but merely a misconceived pattern’s of carbon beginnings. His eyes a light and nose keen he stalks the forest spirit and embraces this body he has lost. The longing to attain the wolf state is merely the remnant of a long forgotten dream and knowing of a past experience, for why must we wish to be anything else but our own selves in this world, is this human body not enough for us? these opposable thumbs and brachiating upper torso’s may not be enough for these souls. They may need the instinctual relief that is animal ism. This is merely a doorway into the deep seeded structure that is human instinct; we must embrace the deep desires of our heart. But only with the most pure of intention for the instinct of man is extremely abrasive and intimidating, and may be the death of us if we do not create enough love to balance this conundrum of necessity. Walking among the world of us we see a nature of simple existence and pure minded actions, for the animals have no thought or question for this world... existing in a pure state of consciousness they act as they will and play as they may. But we may never go back to the way of nature for we are to far gone down the rabbit whole of our own minds, thinking thoughts of impossibility and limits we may cast these thoughts on ourselves in a way of a decided parameter which is the societal life in which we live.  

                 "The Stoned Apprentice"