you say the earth is my mother;
you remind me that she was there
to make me a mother, to make me
strong. i was a wolf once, and will
be again. many wolves come from me;
this is our tribe. inside, we are great
enough to hold a universe of paradox:
infinite paradigms, parallel lines
running alongside but never touching.
that’s what the circles are for.
we crawl in and out of this pack
design, through the mandala canal,
straight into the mind of god.