In the night of the world of souls
I roam
touching but being untouched
reaching yet not being reached
I tear from that part of you
what is no longer needed
consuming it
transforming
turning it from death into life.

On this night Hyena roams these barrens
no fear
bold in purpose
strident in pose
pursuing and reaching into that place
which no longer has its place
that which needs to be changed
changed & consumed-given new purpose.
No judgement
action only
an ancient pulse
purpose
driven by the secret of the divine
As teeth tear into the dead flesh of this world
lightening gathers around him
rippling his flesh in an unexpected alliance
the old myth reborn
recycled
given new purpose.
Steely teeth
matched with deadly jaws
no compassion
but no hate
nor fear
nor curiosity
but a gathering of all of these which watch
as something beyond them all tears the flesh down to the bones.
His purpose is to seek and consume the impure thing.

On his left one lightening bolt traverses the sky a yin posture;
another assumes the yang
healing and destroying, he sits astride and meets the middle way
which is neither
but perhaps both as necessary for the divine
whose purposes go beyond the duality of this world.