The Cosmic Wolf

My soul teleports into the body of a cosmic wolf laying in the snow, as still as
the trees. 
Its nature…to be at ease, breathing evenly.
In the midst of teleporting, the mental and energetic bonds between me and anyone I called friend, family, or foe, are shed.
The spirit of the cosmic wolf has no space for troubled thoughts or petty fantasies. 
It does not fear the feeling of emptiness or rush to fill it like humans do.
Branches of pure knowing grow from its head; all makes sense inside its stillness. 
My soul comes to rest inside the beautiful beast.