In every wild thing there is a longing to be free
to kiss the wind with wild hair trailing moondust
to learn the secrets of the night
stars pointing the way to our north
and to sacred places

In every wild thing there is a longing to be free
to live wide open
to live by ancient compass and river’s song
winding the well worn path of brackish waters

In every wild thing there is a longing to be free
to dance with the rhythm of the ocean tide
to inhale to the ebbs and flows of white capped mountains
and exhale to the pull of home

In every wild thing there is a longing grow
to be unfettered and green with burgeoning knowledge
to change our colors in the seasons of self
and to shed our skins of doubt

In every wild thing there is a longing to reach upward
to become like the tree, branches bending earned wisdoms
to be rooted and perfect in our understanding of place
and to lend our shade to the shelter of storm

– Becca Horne

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s