loose but most excellent

It is all loose

but still, most excellent.

Follow if you will,

for there are giant paw tracks

of burly presence.

Look for a fierceness

about the head

without the display of teeth.

There is a trumpeting

of the lower jowl

from the exhaust of primal soul

and a possibility of scowling jaws

that reveal unconditional gentleness

as if it was an embodied Kodiak

of the Bodhisattva realm.

It views you as a keepsake

of a once remembered kin,

surely not your homespun view

coming back towards you.

Under this cast of eyes

that is bearing down on you,

it is only to see

for the refinement of your being.

Any shared moments of communion

are out of a pathos dumpster

filled with humane parts

to a greater whole.

Any face-to-face meeting

is peripheral to your temporal beat.

This creature is always on the scent

to the hunt of spirit

where instinct comes before logic,

where love unmistakably pierces

the camouflage of morality.

Although twice shy and defending,

these beings are keen

for the soul-light.

They dwell in each other’s den

by a vibrational means.

They have thick coats

made out of winters’ mentoring.

Any two of this species

cross-dress their androgyny.

They are always effortlessly cellular

on the scent

for communion with another.

There is a savage weaving of trails

all heading towards oneness.

It is all loose but most excellent.

It is electric before acknowledgment.

It is hyper-vigilant

from a trait to a fault.

There is the loudest of roars

in the silence

of each other’s company,

yet loose and most excellent.

As one river into another,

as one is caught up

with human concern

one is, in all ways,

the coming of the other.

Loose but most excellent . . .