by Laura Lund
There is a wildness in my soul.
Sometimes I wonder if the
Drumming beat inside
Is beckoning me to dance
Or to howl
Or to run away from man-made meanings.
All I know is-
Sometimes,
My heart beats out the message:
You don’t belong to stuff and etiquette,
But to wind, dragonflies, leaves, robins
And all living things
That dance and sing
With Mystery.
A mystery sensed as sacred and
Yet as natural as
Feeling wet in rain.
Sometimes my heart and legs
Are restless
And want to celebrate
The stardust that created me
And connects me
To all living things.
Sometimes my heart and legs
Want to soften and still,
To sense the largeness
And the intimacy of a mystery
We can never fully understand,
But could spend a lifetime
Greeting.
I am savage and stillness.
Wildness and wonder.
Action and Awe.
I am of the earth, air, and sea.
Yet I will never truly
Know how it is to be anything,
Not even
What it means to be me.
