Wild over right
A poem on choosing what's wild over what we assume is right
there’s an energy inside
that’s wild and free
my soul loves this energy
and controls it at the same time
this wild thing is unpredictable
indefinable
blurry
the wild is out of control
the wild doesn’t have a manual
best practices
steps to follow
the wild is bigger than me
stronger than me
not dependent on me
which makes the wild
difficult
uncomfortable
scary
it’s easier to just do what others think is right
what you think is right
follow the spoken and unspoken rules
but every shift requires a holy question
what if the wild energy is a gift for this world
instead of a fearful thing to be
managed
bossed around
looked down on
could the energy
come out to play?
could wild bring joy on its wings
in a way right never could?
It seems your next opportunity will be to look for ways that wild and right intermingle. You reference the shift which to me speaks of a continuum. Do you see the two weaving together or stand alone?