From the Wild Place

FROM THE WILD PLACE

Mother Earth and Father Sky

thrown from the chaos of Po;

the wild place, dark and deep.

Being two halves of the same whole.

One above and one below

eternally touching on an infinite horizon.

Opposing and embracing, opposing and embracing,

taming the riot.

Rocks, trees, fish, man

woman created-

gradually bearing the light in

gradients of grey and hope.

There is nothing to fear in the unknown.

For we are born of shadow and entropy,

and all that is evergreen

begins in darkness.

I am from the wild place.

I have definition but

am not defined,

am not afraid.