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If you're reading this, a certain Korean has entrusted you with something that she doesn't hand over to everybody- several fragments of her soul. Be gentle, be blessed.
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Wolf Circle
Magnificent spirit,
My soul is ever weighted with you.
Brother, my brother, I grieve you as dying.
Come run the forests,
Come walk the plains,
Come ease my pain.
Let me finger your prints in the damp, cool mud.
Let me surpass my language,
Let yours come pouring from within me,
Let me throw back my head with an ancient cry.
I shall grieve you as your sister,
A lost one of the pack.
I return to you and pay respects,
You are wizened, tired, and grand.
I grieve the life I have lost with yours.
Bring me back to the circle,
Back to the gray skies and shallow dens.
I am home in a dome-shaped den,
Comforted and solid.
That my ears might draw back to honor you,
That a tail might flourish in greeting,
That your spirit might enter my heart and live therein,
And I, this little sister, sleep in peace again. |
Posted: 11:26 PM, Tuesday, August 16, 2005 |
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