In wildness we find the sum of all our fears and longing

where feral hearts beat Earth drums into ecstatic

revelation through dance and song, and trance of Light

on shimmering leaves, rippling streams, eyes of wolves

and our shadow-souls, vibrant, trembling at the openings

of caves and consciousness. Some scream, rant and rave,

so intense the Light of truth, dismembering lies;

and then withdraw into the security of the known.

But what contentment for the unborn is a darkened womb?

Few dare dream, and with in-seeing lead the unknowing

back and forth between womb and death to Light,

from life to life in being, becoming more particular

in the universal, and more universal in the particular.

In wildness is the Light we fear, revere and sanctify.

Dream-makers and earth-shakers make war

because they share no one feeling ,vision, understanding.

One destroys while the other nurtures and sustains.

One species of two minds makes a whole world divided.

In wildness there is no need for virtue for there is no

contumely, hatred, envy, arrogance or greed---

---the many and often fatal human flaws

of those not yet twice born and so grievously limited

by a consciousness deluded into seeing the god

of their understanding in their own image,

and the self as something separate, superior to all;

the final fruit of Earth-bound evolution from origins

far beyond the stars, and all human comprehension.

Our feral, fully human nature we must now to reclaim

to save ourselves from ourselves--- a lesser self consumed

by itself---by selfishness that blinds the spirit, severs our souls

from our better nature that vies against a corrupted self that lives

collectively to consume, control, procreate, sell, and desecrate.

All wildness is defiled, domesticated, civilized, commercialized

by patriarchs so deluded by their self-serving paternalism

over wives, children, property, cattle and other chattel,

that they feel righteous as they exploit; and make laws

to further corporate interests while the corpus

of the rest of humanity, and most of animality, suffer.

Yet still the fears of life and death consume,

and the wings of angels burn in all the conflagrations

of human selifshness, arrogance, ignorance and greed.

Feeling good and even flourishing in the absence of the sacred,

what kind of man-woman-child is born from such a state of mind

can be nothing but an aberration, a terrible mutation,

an abomination in our midst that brings evil into a world

created for the birthing of loving souls with wings to shelter all:

And with the authority of empathic wisdom to help create

a world where beauty and justice are incorruptible twins,

for the plight and suffering of one is felt and shared by all.