The deep love of wolves

Verily, the unbridled joy of companionship,

Doth bear witness to the mysteries of the divine,

As two souls unite, they become one fellowship,

Their love, a bond that forever shall entwine.

 

Their oath, written on ancient manuscript,

An expression of the everlasting human spirit,

Their bond fortified by the anima and animus,

A union of the conscious and unconscious limit.

 

Their sense of belonging is beyond our knowing,

For in the depths of the human soul it doth reside,

When parted, their grief a wound that keeps growing,

A testament to the pains of the heart and mind.

 

Only a few of us have this harrowing,

A symbol of the individuation process at hand,

If we find that call, will our love be that brief?

Or shall it grow, a symbol of the Self's expanded land?

 

Companionship, a bond that doth transcend,

A reflection of the innermost parts of the human soul,

A love that endures beyond the limits of time and space,

For it is a union of the conscious and unconscious whole.

 

By Philip Waldron © 2019