• Justin Lee

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

She stirs


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

Watchful, present

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



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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.