When You See The White Wolf

When you see the White Wolf

you will know it’s time to die again

When you see the White Wolf


And let him come to you

Let him smell you and lick you

so he can recognize you beneath the mask you’ve been wearing

If he bares his teeth

you must bare yours, too

and growl from your sacral center


so he knows you want this


When you see the White Wolf

wait for his invitation

And in the meantime

fall in love with his beauty

He loves your love

as much as he loves your dismissal

of the lies you’ve been told


The White Wolf wants to see you



and Trusting

willing to let go

of all your coping skills

of your mental gymnastics

of your back-up plans

and of the Vows that no longer serve your soul


When he feels you are ready

he will lift his face to the Sky

and howl at the Sun

howl at the Moon

howl at the Star that made you

He will howl

and you will be struck with the ancient love codes

radiating from his throat

He will howl

and you will know

it is time to follow him



you will descend

Down the path of your hidden desires

Down the path of your unspoken secrets

Down the path of Pleasure and Pain

The White Wolf will initiate you

in the art of Discernment

He will serve as your mirror

as you fine-tune your preferences

your likes and dislikes

your Yes and your No

He will call your bluff

when you are seeking approval

or posturing transcendence

or trying to “get it right”

He will leave you tired and sore at the end of the day

but stronger every time

Your personality will be torn to shreds

but the You in you

will be seated in your primal core


After many Moons of practice

he will take you to a sacred grove

where blue butterflies will greet you

like the many souls of the ones you have known and loved

across all your lifetimes

In a swirling mass

the butterflies will carry you to the entrance of a Cave

The fragrance of honeysuckle will entice you inside

and you will find yourself questioning nothing at all

When you see the White Wolf

he will be seated before a Pillar of Light

no longer in wolf form

Now you will see him as a Man

covered in white ash

“Sit with me,” he will command

and when he speaks you will see his dog teeth glinting

Comforted, you will take your place beside him

and enter the meditation

of sound and stillness

of silence and electricity

of light in the darkness

of love and emptiness


Many Moons will pass

and you will move to the rhythm of devotion

to the pulse of your womb-heart

calling in the serpents with your magnetic tide

One by One

the snakes will join you

gliding over your naked body

covering every inch of your silk skin

like the ash covering the form of your beloved Wolf-Man




When you see the White Wolf

you will know it is time to die again

When you see the White Wolf


Let him come to you






Photo by Marek Szturc on Unsplash

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