Pay attention! Wilderness is speaking. Listen.
It is I. It is her. It is you. It is us.
It is no one else but the memory of many
who ran naked in the borderlands that belonged
to the wind, rabbits, coyotes, and the gathered in;
to lightning and thunder and rain;
to green and yellow grasses, and blue sky clouds;
where The Traveler has Journeyed since time began.
What will the next thing be?
Creation isn’t finished.
It’s always in a state of becoming.
Welp, now it’s time to do something different.
Coyote said that Love will be our upper hand,
our flying hands, our open hands, our tender hands.
He has loosed a Ring of Fire. Time to fall in.
There will be more than one kind of Awakening;
more than one kind of Revelation;
more than just the noise of the Sacred Assemblies,
but only a one of a kind Traveler.
Buckle up, everyone.
It’s going to be another bumpy ride.
From: A Rambly Search for Innocence, Time, and Love
Unpublished MS
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