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 moons of light as if summoned,
seeking some reason to fall down closer to the earth.
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