Do you feel the soft beating forest heart? Intimately grounding with Source, I stop, Shedding my embedded fight-or-flight ways — Suddenly, a brief lucid connection To syncopated singing cataracts Just beyond a bend in the pebbled path. Why am I pulled to this place, déjà vu Weaving holy mycorrhizal songlines With a consanguineous DNA helix? Look deep within the well of your being. Detritus blocks my inner fire, its Marrow seeking that gentle life slowness — Wind-whipped white pine branches gently saining Toxicity from my core quintessence, A deep maundering artesian river. How am I coextensively living, Breath simultaneously destroying And rebirthing this one wild, precious now? You are an Otherworld wisewoman, Custodian of geothermal springs. Cup your hands in Sovereignty's waters — Authenticity, the Great Spirit's Grail.
Journal Prompts: What is holding you back from fully expressing your wildness? What are you ready to release?
Alicia, This is a beautiful poem. In the forest, field or at the ocean I can release my stress and lean back into my wild self. Perhaps that is the work that nature does with us and for us and we for it.
Sorry to comment two in one go!! Life outside of Substack took a hold and wouldn’t let go! Sometimes it’s like that right.. ?
I’m ready to be my wildest self again, to clear away the debris and look beyond the horizon to what is important! That word again….
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