The Wild

How to reconcile the

Forever of forevers,

The dawn of dawns

And end of endings

The eternally always

Reborn, becoming

Yet deceasing.

Growing old forever

Young and

Such innocence.

How to be into a

World that needs you

Like no other and

Yet moves on like

You never ever

Existed.

To be Wild and to

Feel him passing through

Me and through all things

To be Wild to be true

To be authentic.

Let that hair grow

Long and unkempt,

Drop the pretence of

Your saneness,

Drop the story

Drop the silent

Quiet invisible.

Be offensive as

You move through

Your wilds of

Imagination, be Un

Apologetic

And red raw and

Uncomplex.

Then perhaps you'll

Get a glimmer of

Divine delight

Impertinence

And a truth you

Cannot bear

Though you want to.