A farewell, de "The Way of Wolf,", previo 1990

A farewell

Miss me not, my love,

For I,

My spirit,

My very essence,

Am just a shared presence

Of that which makes things free.

I was there in the Indian brave

Who fought, and died,

Knowing there could be no victory.

I'm in the panther as he walks,

Softly stalks,

a lone shadow in the jungle night;

And in the arrow's silent flight

As it leaves the outstretched bow.

Know, my love,

That I can be found

In the thunder storm,

in that flash of lightning

That shatters the darkness

And rumbles in the rain;

Hear my cry when eagles fly,

It is I calling out your name!

See me there in that lonely pine

That digs its roots deep into barren rock,

Struggling to survive.

I'm alive, my love,

In the watchful eyes of the owl,

Baron of the forest night.

Hear me in the howl of the pack

When it assembles to attack,

Hungry for the kill;

And I'm there in the will

Of the fisher,

In its beating heart,

As it chews through bone, nerve and sinew,

To escape the iron trap.

You'll feel my essence,

My feral presence,

In all things that roam wild

And live to be free,

And then my dear,

Spare your tears,

For you will remember me!

Por Shodai Sennin J. A. Overton-Guerra