The difference between a vision and a dream is that you remember the vision in vivid detail even years later, while a dream fades quickly - drowned out by the cacophony of all that is mundane in our lives.

The series of visions I had told me of a giant bear-like wolf. I was astonished when the adorable little malamute puppy we got months later grew and grew into the spitting image of the giant wolf I had dreamt about. Matu Tashunka (meaning Bear - Wolf in Sioux) was 250lbs when full grown and looked my husband Michael, who is 6'4" straight in the eye when on his hind legs. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised when dog breeders told us he was a wolf hybrid. The following poem recants my vision.

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Matu, Eros and I at BonnieBrook Beach, Gibsons, British Columbia


Matu Tashunka

The Night was warm, the Sky was clear
Millions of sparkling Stars appeared

My Eyes grew heavy
I closed them tight
My Thoughts were drawn into the Night

My Feet were treading on Forest floor
The Smells were rich and sweet
I walked among the Trees of Lore
And wondered whom I’d meet

Gunshots shattered this sacred Place
My heart rose to my Throat
Panic gripped me as I ran
Not away from – but toward

Steel and Wire suddenly Thrust
Upward from the Ground
I’d come upon a barbed Fence
That had no way around

Crashing wildly through the Woods
On the opposite side
Was a great and massive Wolf
Eyes crazed and open wide

For a Moment I thought I am
but Witness to this Strife
This magnificent Animal
is sure to forfeit it’s precious Life

But then I leaped unto the Fence
Cursing fiercely on the Climb
Envisioning the bloody Mess
I would be rendered in no time

Clearing the top I jumped down
between the Hunters and the Beast
I turned and gazed into it’s Eyes
Thinking, I am this Wolf’s last feast

He was huge, his Hackles high
Head hung low – teeth bared

But when I looked into those Eternal Eyes
His growling stopped – I stared

Visions flooded me of what

must have been Earth’s memories


of how once Man lived with Nature
without destruction or disease

Love, Hurt, and great Betrayal
From the Wolf radiated
He could not fathom why – by Man
His Kind were loathed and hated

Why can you not remember
All the many lifetimes ago
That we were close-knit Brothers
Hunting together for the Doe?

But our bond was broken violently
When with a shock I did recall
The Hunters murderous approach
I was terrified – appalled

Then suddenly I awoke
The Hair stood high upon my neck
My Heart was pounding in my ears
Cold Sweat trickled down my Back

I vowed I would retell my Dream
It’s urgent Message true
That Nature’s Souls are intertwined
Their Deaths will mean ours too.


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The Awakening

Light protrudes upon my hazy countenance

A veil -

Peppered with shafts of grey

Lifted and burned

By a touch which smoldered

Like the wings of fiery butterflies

Alighting to drink

On skin made moist

By sultry night

What danger lies here

To gaze into eyes

Which only Angels bare

To sear their foes

With love so piercing

As steel to flesh?

I am wounded – open

My trappings at my feet

Naked in your gaze

Bathing in the radiance of your smile

I see myself reflected

I am found!


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Chaos

Chastise me not

Crippling time

Fragmenting mind

Twists paradigm

Quantum kiss sordid

Evil’s sublime

Angels loose arrows

Laced with divine

Dichotomies fashioned

Of earthly domain

Precarious balance

Embrace the profane

Passion unbridled

Magnificent steed

Hurl to horizon

At quantum light speed

Mundane is caustic

Look to the skies

Hurricanes started

By my butterflies


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Raven’s Tango

Wind picks up and chills the trees

Shiver, quiver, trembling leaves

Thunderclouds roll by in waves

Grey, on grey, on grey, on grey

 

Un-reflected feathered light

On wings of black doth come the night

Slicing through tumultuous breeze

Arching back the supine trees

 

Winged wisdom of mystic fort

Does homage to her sacred court

Mirrored lake to tasted sky

Gravity cannot deny

 

Thermals rise and crosswinds kiss

Dancing in their aerial bliss

Flutter, soar – then twist and falter

Tango thus upon the alter.