To be wild is not to be crazy or psychotic. True wildness is a love of nature, a delight in silence, a voice free to say spontaneous things, and an exuberant curiosity in the face of the unknown.
It came to pass on this day, that the wild man who created such havoc casting out demon shadows he saw in others and himself; and the inquisitive boy yearning for knowledge at every waking moment, never getting enough, are one and the same for they are you and me, forced into enchantment and awareness, abiding in a lonely house off to the left-hand way of ‘being’ by the river of contemplation.
Upon leave-taking, after suffering death and annihilation of ego’s to discover compassion… the jeweled still point lying at the heart of the soul, the two become one, as our Pilgrim emerges as though from dust, contemplating the eastern sun, setting this intention into motion…
“I sail forth to live for the self that gives to the other; to emerge from the laborite as one; to bring forth and resolve all that I hide so deep; to become the peaceful warrior, to conquer the twin dragons of doubt and fear. To turn thoughts around that invade me in the early morning hours of negative waking…thoughts wrapped in a glove of anxiety.”
“I will be as an ocean riding the sea change; not a wave going around in circles without resolution. From this point on I take all I am and all I have learned and move beyond the ego… to get out of my own way.”
And then he went in peace…
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