Feathery clouds across deep azure Sky,
The beat of the Eagle's black wings,
The song of the Wind is playing:
Moving crisp Air out of the peaceful Horizon,
Like the sweetened Breath of the Great Spirit
Lifting the veil of Here and Now
Exposing the clarity beyond illusion -
Revealing awesome Possibility and sacred Reality
The sweetness beckons across the Magnificence...
And the silhouette of a Lone Wolf appears.
Though not solitary by his true Nature,
The Lone Wolf stands on the Horizon singularly.
His ties to the Great Spirit being so great,
His ears are pricked to listen and he hears
The majestic Voice of the Great Spirit,
Beckoning in the inspiring song of the Wind.
First bowing his head in reverence,
And then raising it up toward the Sky
The Lone Wolf answers back the call he hears -
In long and powerful howls into the Wind.
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