Human Wilderness

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There is a human wilderness

held beneath the skin - Arts - Jim Harrison

 

it's rivers and streams

flowing through the

the vessels of a heart

beating to the drum

of ancestors who paddled

these waterways of discovery

protectors in a world untamed 

walking the shoreline sole//soul

in the quest of understanding dreams

 

it's a tree veining out from

spring to winter, aging

since the first circle of life

a seed, a sapling, breathing

in and out - in between

incantations in a mystical

forest generation to generation

 

it's a desert traveled during

times of drought and lost hope

brittle bones, mirages from

the past, present and future

a cactus flower thirsty for a

drink from cupped hands

of compassion

 

It’s mountains climbed in victory 

and defeat, gaining perspective 

one step at a time no matter how

steep and rocky the terrain

it's a labyrinth in an open meadow

leaving markers between stones

and wildflowers, a spiraling wave

of all life's experience, the meanderings

of the quest to the center of self art

 

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Using words from Poet Jim Harrison 

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