Let Your Wild Wolf Spirit Grow and Expand
There are many in the world today and many in the world of the past who have felt they have not lived a "full" life. The below poem is about such a person that has a wild spirit within that is caged by the limits of the mind and body.Many times a reevaluation of what we consider to be an unlived life, as described within this poem, will reveal that we have, in fact, lived a pretty full life. We will find that there are blessings there and experiences there that are very unique to us and us alone.
Many have that wild wolf spirit contained within. Learning how to unleash it will vary from person to person. At times our expectations of how to release this wild wolf spirit could be misleading. Again, evaluate things more closely. Look for avenues to release that wild wolf spirit that is within the grasp of how you are living your life at the moment. It is possible!
Tribute to the wolves - Freedom
My eyes are filled with unshed tears
I stand alone and try to weep
To mourn the passing mist of time
But they do not fall and still I keep.
My screams locked away within my chest
Along with the spirit young and free
Wild as the unchained winds of time
That unclaimed, lost, wild part of me.
I long to have a warrior’s heart
To roam this world as an unchained one
But I look back upon my life
And see so much still left undone.
I live a life vicarious
I live a life of rules and laws
A wolf soul lives within my heart
But with weak and blunted teeth and claws.
I live the life of others
Safely caged in walls of ink
For I fear to live a life unbounded
Lest like a stone I fall and sink.
Into a lake of unmourned ones
And pass without the tears of friends
And so my life slips softly by
As was my beginning so shall it be my end.
I live a life of safety
Held within myself
Without the courage to drain the world
Of all its beauty, joy and wealth.
I will live forgotten
And I will die unknown
To the world beyond my sphere
Of my job, my friends and my home.
Who will mourn my passing?
Who will shed a tear?
At the passing of a meek, chained one
Who lived his life awash in fear?
I have not lived my life
My life has not lived me
And I will pass into the void
Of dark and silent obscurity.
Perhaps I will not ever unchain
The wild wolf spirit inside me.
Freedom is what the Wolf's Spirit is all about.
The Story of Two Wolves courtesy of Esta Weiss, Pagan and Proud of It Art