I am the wind that breathes upon the sea I am the wave of the ocean I am the murmur of the billows I am the ox of the seven combats I am...

What is the wild? A lie? A being? A dream? The wild is a force; The source of spontaneity. The active spirit, Inside and around me;...

Getting lost In a forest of thought On trails Of cottontails Paths weaving and winding Through contemplation An adaptation To a world I...

I have discovered love In a bed of feathers In sharp talons In a fierce gaze And in loving sacrifice I have discovered love In the hunt...