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The coyotes howl from their den below as the moon rises. Restless to be prowling
the orcharded slopes and bouldered ridge crest. I am perched
above, waiting. Of all the worries harbored
in my woman’s soul, the wilds
are not among them.
In the thickness of dusk, I crush sprigs
of White Sage, Desert Lavender and Rosemary
between my palms and inhale deeply, knowing that my terrors
are more familiar and when unleashed wreck brutal devastation in the wake of
serenity without serrated fangs and curved claws, shred my sanity
and render me lifeless as effectively as an untamed,
nocturnal beast.
Movement stirs the shadows around me and I smile, cloaked in the Mojo of
Oneness. You are of me, Love,
and I am not alone.
The coyotes howl from their den below as the moon rises. Restless to be prowling
the orcharded slopes and bouldered ridge crest. I am perched
above, waiting. Of all the worries harbored
in my woman’s soul, the wilds
are not among them.
In the thickness of dusk, I crush sprigs
of White Sage, Desert Lavender and Rosemary
between my palms and inhale deeply, knowing that my terrors
are more familiar and when unleashed wreck brutal devastation in the wake of
serenity without serrated fangs and curved claws, shred my sanity
and render me lifeless as effectively as an untamed,
nocturnal beast.
Movement stirs the shadows around me and I smile, cloaked in the Mojo of
Oneness. You are of me, Love,
and I am not alone.