Far into the soul of a tree,
far into an animal’s heart.
To be born and never tamed,
never forced to do anything but survive.
What does a human heart look like
that has never been made into anything but itself?
Has such a heart ever existed?
A heart sheltered from the woes of society, the plague
of pleasing the masses, a lifetime of schooling to be made less wild.
Secrets spot every heart, leaving star-like scars when they are spoken.
Words, too many words, covering the silence that holds all truths.
Take lesson from the bee deep within the flower.
Hold the quiet to you like a nectar, feeding you, from deep within, say
buzz with life, hum it softly.
Far into your being, into the heart that wants you to let it go
back to the wild,
back to its true beating.
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