once we were wild

somewhere deep in our dna
is the memory
of how we used to be

i call that our wildness

we became tamed and docile
so we could all live together

i call that our servitude

but no-one ever quite forgets
their wildness
it may drive their desire for beauty
or creativity or freedom

because we are still carrying
our ancestors in our blood and bones
even as we sit
in our suits and ties
and discuss important matters

and don’t imagine that you have to
be crazy or run amok
to remember your wild nature
it is much more subtle than that

that wildness is in your heart and soul
all you have to do is touch it
and taste it
because it is not really dead
until you are.

This was a picture from my wedding day, I am the one in the Antlers.
This was a picture from my wedding day, I am the one in the Antlers.
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2 thoughts on “once we were wild

  1. Reblogged this on thunderbolt and commented:

    somewhere deep in our dna
    is the memory
    of how we used to be

    i call that our wildness

    we became tamed and docile
    so we could all live together

    i call that our servitude

    but no-one ever quite forgets
    their wildness
    it may drive their desire for beauty
    or creativity or freedom

    because we are still carrying
    our ancestors in our blood and bones
    even as we sit
    in our suits and ties
    and discuss important matters

    and don’t imagine that you have to
    be crazy or run amok
    to remember your wild nature
    it is much more subtle than that

    that wildness is in your heart and soul
    all you have to do is touch it
    and taste it
    because it is not really dead
    until you are.

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