White Wolf Medicine: A Dreaming Book

Poems are like dreams.. They don't make a fast sense.. They wander through symbols that seem... unconnected... and may leave you waking uneasy.. But slowly, you begin to learn their symbolic language.. After a while, you catch one that welds itself onto some broken aspect of your consciousness, like a glimmering shard where before dwelt only doubt and shadow.. Forever after, you are stronger and brighter.. More sure of your purpose.. Pointed onward - like the wolf.