My Wildish Self
I came across this poem the other day – My Wildish Self, by Reni Fulton. It spoke to me! I want to live in the twilight country of my wildish self, dwell there in the mysterious betweens of dark mountains, in the deep caves scarred with sacred triangles. I want to wander alone, elusive, pulsing like breath or waves of light. In my dreams I go there to chant with all my voices dervish spin to natural rhythms, feel whatever truths there are rise and swell under my feet, the vibrations of a great beating heart. I want to live in the twilight country of my wildish self, a deer leaping into...
Read More
Recent Comments