as some sort of new fad
where one can find their wildness
that was lost, abandoned
having accepted instead the promise of a comfortable existence.
To exist, but not to truly
Sure enough, you will find that which you seek
on the forest’s edge
or that space between desire and endeavor.
Edges are dangerous places
full of shadows and dark creepy crawly ruminations
ready to pounce
devouring you, prey
Do not venture here if all you long for is peace and comfort,
You will not find it.
Come only if your curiosity
cannot be satiated
and dreams forbid sleep.
the origination of Truth
where life abounds and flourishes
and dies just as suddenly.
Here we feed on exploits to satisfy our longings
quenching our thirst on victory
or be consumed by our fears and obsessions.
We are predator, and prey
No matter how much we strive to
exist beyond this way of being we cannot
We are both/and
It is here,
on the edge of all possible being
we encounter the Divine.
This is the way to compassion….