Ego, and Maya walk hand in hand with their chins up and noses pointing towards the heavens in a pompous display of aristocracy, fuelled by false complacency. Tragically it has to be that our souls lay supine along the red carpet, Dirtied by the feet of scarlet harlots and Pharisees. Stained glass windows display the Stations of the Cross. On the crucifixion I forgive my left and my right for they know not the non dualistic truth. Where a scientist offers paper a sage offers earth so why not write while you walk. Document what you see.

Paws treading softly, my feral claws retract.
Released wildly a domestic wolf seeks potential
This canine has never tasted flesh
But curiously his muzzle catches scent
Releasing a concave snarl
Bearing teeth from end to end
In the bloodlust of the new hunt
Instantaneously he forgets his docile past.