Just Feel

In my meditation, a deep feeling of sadness permeated my being.
  It felt as if I had entered Briar Rabbit's burrow, far beneath the earth.
  Dark hollows.  The only sound, the crackle of brambles upon which I tread.

There was no fear in this place, no angst nor apprehension,
  no other emotions, in fact, aside from this profound sadness.
  I watched the sadness engulf my heart and spill from my eyes.

I recognized at once, the trigger, an unexpected call from a friend.
  'But, what is this sadness,' I pondered.  'From where does it come?'
  I searched the happenings, both recent and past, to discover its origin.

But, I could find none, not one that stood alone to claim title and deed.
  Struck by the depth of the sadness, I sought a friend with whom to talk.
  Each possible account I explored seemed wrong, off the mark, nihil ad rem.

The feeling lingers still, an eternal candle burning in my soul.
  It occurs to me now that its apparent inscrutability is purposeful.
  Perhaps understanding is not the point at all, is in fact, nihil ad rem.

My mind relaxes its grip on its pursuit of knowledge.
  I re-orient my attention to quietly witness life unfolding.
  This morning, I am drawn to the wolf sitting upon my altar.

It howls to the moon an aria of melancholy and sorrow.
  It sits, a solitary dark silhouette in the brilliant moonlight.
  Its heartfelt song fills the land, my heart, through the night.

Transfixed by the song, a tear escapes, another follows.
  I feel.  I simply feel the depths of the sadness, the hollows.
  And perhaps that's all, that is everything, I'm supposed to do.