Standing in a grove of pine trees
I come in and feel fully accepted

Watching the middle of the grove
I can see a few trunks swaying from the stimulation of the wind

Interested in why they move but the others don’t
I make up a story of protection

Smiling at the wind’s way
Full Wolf Moon is in the sky tonight,
The teacher of freedom and wildness

She calls my primal spirit awake during sleeping

In the morning, the moist gray sky fills with the saliva of the wolf moon

Beckoning my inner well, Our inner well
Standing like trees in a community of diverse species

Working to reach and spread out roots while growing branches to spiral skyward
Octopi in wood and sap with the same intelligence

Dew drop malas fall like the rain into the still point of my heart
And the tears come

Remembering… You like a pixie elf whispering still in my ear even though your body is gone
I hear you…

Husband of music, I finally understand your muse
The way you make sense of the world with your fingers

Nowhere to go but the deep woods of our own awareness
Finding the one who watches us all

We are blessed today to steep in the saliva that is dripping from the fangs of the Wolf Moon
A necessary part of digesting this life, this community

Rising in all the mess and the love
Breath moving through my body like a hollow reed.

Seven Oaks, January 2017