Guest guest Posted March 14, 2001 Report Share Posted March 14, 2001 meditation on death “Let the dead bury the dead.” -Jesus of Nazareth the white wolfe lives with death part of his briilliant terrifiying allure is that he is death’s faithful servant the jaws of white wolfe are death i have asked white wolfe about death he snarled contemptuously at me birth into death, death into birth this is the mystery of love arising again i sadly asked him about death he whisked his tail and turned away walking deeper into the shady forest found a bone and tossed into the air persistent, i asked him, why death he sat glaring with fierce golden eyes in stillness he sat until i was forced to join him and sit in deepest silence suddenly yet gradually, without portent tears arose, sweet, sad, sorrowful tears flowing from his heart to burn my cheeks I awoke to a wild dog kissing me wetly yet again, i asked him, why must i die he whimpered gently compassionately life arises to death, death arises to life to live is to love, to love is to kiss death finally, i understood the white wolfe the beloved dies daily that all might live not as before, but each time more richly i tossed a white bone into the dark forest the white wolfe embraces birth and death part of his mystery and facinating allure is that he is the beloved’s faithful lover the jaws of white wolfe are love’s kiss oh, my reader listen to the white wolfe if we resist the love of the white wolfe he will take us in violence and temerity if we embrace love as does the white wolfe we run in endless fields of trackless snow be aa white wolfe, let the dead bury the dead mark christopher valentine march 14, 2001 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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