Author: Emma

More Wolves, Less Wine

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I am still inside this cave.
Except now, the wolves are in, not out.
Laying on rock, bare, fire beside me, fur around me.
We are together, calm. It is so quiet.

I am thinking about no one. I follow the flames.
Shadow reflections of girl and animal on the wall.
My arm wraps around her, her nose is wet against my thigh.
We are hidden, soft, silent, happy.   

When you left me here, I thought it was temporary.
You never came back, that was the last I would see of you.
A weight lifting, a sensation growing, a tightness releasing.
The energy changed, your absence brought peace.

As the hole grew the wolves knew.
Hour by hour, one by one, they came to me.
From outside in the cold, to my firelit side.
They never doubted my presence. She is the one.

They are sure of me.
There is confidence in our connection, sweet ease.
I was called here to this place so I could light this fire,
inside this cave for my wolves, to reignite my desire.

I am finally protected, safe, circled by a tribe.
Smiling they are, I am their protector.
There is no more wine, I drank the bottle.
It tasted of moonlight, I swallowed the glow.

I will hold this day in my mind forever.
What tomorrow brings is no promise.
But tonight, the soft gestures of my wolves,
lead me reassured and full of strength.

I could not have imagined this day last year.
To tell me I would be alone, naked, lying next to wolves and a fire,
inside a cave, deep in the forest without bother?
I cast a spell, I read the stars, I will have this forever.  

To Sway Not

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Sit in silence, do not share, do not speak, do not follow those who say it is how to be.
Your body knows what, how, when and where.
The truth will always come when no one is there.
I am here, there, everywhere and nowhere, breath is the answer, let go of the noise, the sound, the chatter, the clatter, the smell of the unwise.

Perforated minds filled with nonsense and scatter.
Swaying your hands to grip what they believe matters.
Sit in silence, observe the feeling, the emotion and the messages unyielding.
Listen I do to the sound of water, only oceans, only waves, only currents, only channels, only drips and splashes directing me inward, outward, dancing alone.

Splatter the landscape with torturous methods to peace, the story is wrong, the way has you fooled.
Seeking guidance is no such thing, guidance and protection, wisdom and worth, not found in any one thing.
Listen carefully because she says this without doubt, without hesitation, but who is she?
She is your angel, your teacher, writing the story to alter what you thought you knew, believed and understood, she does not lie, she brings too much truth.

Shelves full of the same letters, sprawled together in different parts, stating the same, same, same, differences.
Listen not to the letters you can touch. Listen harder to the letters that dissolve the pain through silence, listening, and jumping away from gain.

How many times have you felt the wind and the sorrow of voices full of love and affection yet, hungry for more because the temperature still drops below freezing.
To warm the water, movement and redirection towards the unknown and the words of no one.
Step back from what instructs, what they perceive as perfection and correction, and look to something that isn’t in the realm of comfort or rule.

Forever the same questions, same damage, same outcome, different souls, same path, what if there was another answer.
Believe in what you will, read, talk, forge your path on stilts.
Who decides for you, who decides for them, who decides this is truth?
My truth is not yours, your truth is not mine, choices and actions, choices and actions set you free or keep you caged.

Human is matter, molecule, chemicals of quantum on a platter.
Serve it. Do not turn the page.
Sit here in silence, do not share, do not speak, do not follow those who say it is how to be.
Your body knows what, how, when and where.
The truth will always come when no one is there.
I am here, there, everywhere and nowhere, breath is the answer, let go of the noise, the sound, the chatter, the clatter, the smell of the unwise.

The Way

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They called her, called her in, called her loudly.
Working together, they saw it unfolding, they began talking.
She knew with every step down the road of noise, her calling sitting proudly.
At the end of the street, turning left instead of right, this is the correct way walking.

Her way isn’t your way. Her heart and her soul understand deeply.
They are screaming at her in soundless blaze, she is aware, she can hear.
They watch her and tell her with a force she cannot escape, still climbing…steeply.
Do not dive, do not search, do not try, the why is not the way, it is becoming clearer.

This way, not your way or their way, not wrong but higher and wiser.
Disengage and listen to no one else but the calling and the soul.
Do you hear that? I think she’s coming, she looked up, out, in, she is the riser.
Let’s gather here and welcome her, our wings can shelter her, she can be our foal.

Let’s clap, let’s bring her closer, let’s show her the way.
She always looks out, she always finds me, she knows I am here for her.
They will never keep me away from what I am supposed to show her, and to say.
The cool and murky glow where I live, under a fortress, below the boulders, she sees through the blur.

They knew how to get there, inside her mind.
Like dissection of a crime with a solved confidence riding in her heart.
I move, I stand still, I glide, I explode, I fall down, I lift up, I will hope to bind.
She soaks the energy from me, I put it there for her, she is further, beyond, outside, inside, creating the art.

She will take her craft much further, I see it blooming and fostering and healing.
Nurture she does in all aura she reveals.
I see her, hold her, and let her words come through the ceiling.
Surrender and kneel together, star gazing we send her to every field.

My heat shines on her body, she absorbs the penetration without flinch or fear.
The guidepost so clear and strong, she listened to our prayers and galloped with trust.
She looks at me as the floating cloud hides my face, she is dear.
With a smile that creates life, a heart that beats too strong, an expression that addicts crave, she lights up the forest, her centuries old soul turning her enemies to dust.