Let the Wolves Run Free.

Emotions dancing through fragments of thought. Desiring a cave – Hieroglyphic walls. Runes, tarot, buckskin. Feeling the sanctuary of earth. Singing over the bones for those living and those who have passed. Chanting to the rhythm of a Shamanic drumbeat – frame drum, ceremonial, mridanga accompanied by rattles. Lost in the enigma of sound, eyes closed, heart cracked wide open. Today, my wildish spirit yearns for release of the most sacred kind.

Let the Wolves run free and let the rest burn…

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