Shadow Work - Ruah Bull
There are two wolves in the heart; love and hate. Which do I feed? Like your Sister, These eyes are yellow, rich ruff grey and white. The belly though- a demanding emptiness. I will not starve you, ignore you, drive you away, pretend your breath is not in my own nostrils. But feed you with the red ripeness of this love She places in my shaking hand. May you know what it is to be full. Come. Lie down here. We have living water too.