loose but most excellent

How to describe

a conscious being:

Giant paws of presence,

a fierceness about the head

without the display of teeth,

the quiet growling of primal soul . . .

all are a possibility

when eyes are sky cast and open,

revealing jaw lines of gentleness.

These embodied Kodiaks

of the Bodhisattvas

are as keepsakes of one’s remembrance.

Outside of the homespun of this life,

They are the one familiar collective.

Under the cast of these watchful eyes

that bear down upon the refinement

of us as a conscious species,

these are beings on the path.

They will take semi-domestic meals

of shared communion

out of dumpster’s humane with situation.

They are peripheral

to the temporal human beat,

always on the scent hunt of spirit.

Instinct before logic is in their eyes.

Voracious and predatory love

before the path of right or wrong.

They are ravenous but twice shy

defended by their hunting responses.

They are keen for the soul-light,

dwelling in each other’s den

by vibrational means

yet these as so called bears

live without winters.

Any two of this species

cross dressing their androgyny.

They are always effortlessly cellular

for the scent of another,

weaving through one another’s field

towards the one common soul.

Privileged to be a witness,

an escort, a mentor, a guide,

as it is . . .

A best description of them,

“loose but most excellent”.

They are electric

before acknowledgment,

hyper-vigilant to a fault,

roaring in the silence

of each other’s company.

They are offensive by nature

to the night presence of lies.

Loose and most excellent . . .

Kodiaks of the Bodhisattvas,

giving of their presence

as a disguised blessing . . .

Somewhat randomly distributed

through the people array.

There seem to be more

than ever present from before.

Loose but most excellent . . .

Gathering towards the one . . .