WHITE MOON UPWARD

When I read the words in this title I immediately saw a wolf with his head pointed upward while howling at a glorious white moon. He stands alone on a mountaintop, being with his inner knowing. He howls from a heart filled with pain while giving it up to something beyond him. The past is not his interest nor is his future. He is fully in the now while allowing his pain and suffering to emerge and disappear into the night sky.

We wolves howl for so many reasons. Perhaps he is howling at the world to recognize him for who he is. Maybe he is crying his loneliness into the dark night as he suffers the loss of his mate who lies still beside him

Who but wolves understand the language or the subtleties in his voice that expose his grief, his joy or his sorrow? It’s a beautiful night for him; a glorious night as he releases his pain into the night sky and to the white moon that he knows will be present for him tomorrow if he looks upward. Yes, some things are priceless and free. In the life of us creatures, for the ones who look up it is bliss.

And so it is...

Written for you with Love,
Barbara Rasp


"If I were to make a religion, this would be the basic thing in it:
That anybody who becomes enlightened first would have to go through a nervous breakdown. Only then will we have a breakthrough."
OSHO