A Rustle in the Forest
I hear a rustle in the forest
A beast of wanting comes my way
Does it see me, or do I see it?
When I shine a light on her
She cowers and howls
I sense her wound
She calls and cries and whimpers in the dark
Softly, I invite her closer
With words of certainty
With soft things and warm intentions
I call to her
Don't be afraid
I see you
I hear you
I want you
Do you want me?
With hand outstretched
Palm up and empty
She seems uninterested...
I place a bit of nourishment between us
A bit of substance, a bit of hope
With each step forward
She feels my warmth and senses my smile
She licks my hand
It feels good to be wanted
I look beyond and wonder who is this beast's master?
Large, feral, and majestic, now mine to tame,
Or am I perhaps its slave?
I wonder if instead we
Are to become friends or even allies
Equals in the struggles of an unequal world
She my guide, and I her guardian
Guided by right action and aligned vision
Clear, neither entangled, both without chains
Our eyes attend to each other
Untethered by all but the now
Perhaps this is what it means to be wild and free
We hear a rustle in the forest
Together we look with curiosity
Justin (he/him) is an American writer, wanderer, and wonderer currently based in Southeast Asia. His writing and creations are focused on supporting our collective awakening towards new paradigms of life, love, and what it means to be fully human, together.
Learn more about his work at www.soulfulintimacy.com.