TRUTH is spoken by the inner voice to the personality. It is not a shout but a padding in the soft snow, a glint in the shadows of eyes that watch and know.
The Wolf keeps a distance from me, but is always in the sheltered part of my being - peering out with a still thought of the one Knowing - that I will sooner or later accept. I AM HIS PREY and he will have me, though I may attempt to flee. Once he has come upon me in the sunlight, I will be devoured by the LOVE which is his Master and his truth will become mine.