There comes a time when we must make a recompensing to the wild.
For our souls to sustain our growing,
we must first master the painful lessons,
and be guided by our own intuition.
There's power in our inner knowing.
Knowledge passed down through our mothers dna,
and her mothers, and all the mothers that went before her.
A mysticism in the matriarchal wisdom embedded within us.
Let their lessons be lessons.
Tread new tracks,
let your feet wander to new pastures,
forge your way through the desolate destinations.
For the pup cannot venture far,
whilst she still suckles on her mother's teet.
The time is now,
to show the world your feral teeth.
The bloodied fur of victory,
the reclamation of your wildish nature.
Stand boldly atop the mountain,
at one with your surroundings.
A mage of mastery,
a soothsayer of transformation.
The wild is asking you to answer the calling to the hunt.
Become one with your ancestors,
and serenade the moon with your synergistic songs of freedom.