bust loose
Posted: August 4th, 2006, 12:33 am
i remember the first time that I saw the colors of my prowess, each pad of my paws were thunderously curled in a drumming thunder that struck me in a way that I had no control over. I felt somehow that I wanted to go and hide in the woods from things that I did not really understand.The earliest memory of any of these sensations were covered by innocence and moss on the north side of my moutainous terrain.I felt some things were best grown over, and not searched for too deeply.The ruins of my heart sat and observed the various hunters and hikers and nature loving human beings that came near to where I lived.
I spent many days and many nights in surrvival, as it seemed the most important element.
the cave where I have lived for all of this time has been conducsive to living in the evening, eyes aglow, looking for whatever siezes my attention in the late night hours. I am not sure just how to begin this thing, this heat, my season is coming, and if i do not aknowledge it, my creed will disappear.
Not at all sure what the disposition is of the other.
I cautiously leave the cave, and I seek the other,i am afraid, he has been leaving his scent around, like a mating call. The roots are swelling in the ground. I am listening to what the wind is telling me.
He is coming around in a curious way.
His spots are a bit different than mine.
He knows the season is about to arrive.
I walk on the slick side of the rocks so i cannot be tracked. My scent travels with the wind going in the opposte direction of where I am headed because I am on the water side of the rocks
he is quiet in simple ways. watching from afar. he walks gently so as not to spook me, knowing that I have been alone for along time.
I am beginning to like him alot.
I am growing towards the way he is with me, allowing me to continue to be the way that I have always been, the way I like to be.
The languages of the heart are soft and wild and untamed-the things that are unspoken.....sometimes the whisper of the truth filters through the trees
i watch the breezes carry secret messages of the future -I have to sit quietly and breathe because my thoughts are racing towards the greatest mystery of creation.The spirits will determine the outcome.
I spent many days and many nights in surrvival, as it seemed the most important element.
the cave where I have lived for all of this time has been conducsive to living in the evening, eyes aglow, looking for whatever siezes my attention in the late night hours. I am not sure just how to begin this thing, this heat, my season is coming, and if i do not aknowledge it, my creed will disappear.
Not at all sure what the disposition is of the other.
I cautiously leave the cave, and I seek the other,i am afraid, he has been leaving his scent around, like a mating call. The roots are swelling in the ground. I am listening to what the wind is telling me.
He is coming around in a curious way.
His spots are a bit different than mine.
He knows the season is about to arrive.
I walk on the slick side of the rocks so i cannot be tracked. My scent travels with the wind going in the opposte direction of where I am headed because I am on the water side of the rocks
he is quiet in simple ways. watching from afar. he walks gently so as not to spook me, knowing that I have been alone for along time.
I am beginning to like him alot.
I am growing towards the way he is with me, allowing me to continue to be the way that I have always been, the way I like to be.
The languages of the heart are soft and wild and untamed-the things that are unspoken.....sometimes the whisper of the truth filters through the trees
i watch the breezes carry secret messages of the future -I have to sit quietly and breathe because my thoughts are racing towards the greatest mystery of creation.The spirits will determine the outcome.