Wild Power

I’m not sure what it is exactly that I want to say. There is a thought brewing in my mind, but it is still not quite in a form that is an image or a string of words. It is a feeling of something emerging.

It is a rush.

It is a crashing wave.

It is storm clouds forming inside me waiting for a release.

I feel as if there is an unexplored power within me, waiting to be tapped into. Like a pool of clear water, nurturing, creative, life-giving, forever flowing…

I am deep wilderness

I am mountains

I am open sky

I am a haunting echo

Inside me there is an energy, bursting, sometimes only flickering, burning, burning, burning… Sometimes I melt into oneness with all.

Sometimes I am everything

Sometimes I am nothing.

Rebel!

Why did we create a world where nobody seems to fit in?

Or perhaps a better question would be

How?

I’ve never felt like there’s is a place or a purpose for me. No path offered has seemed right, no journey has taken me anywhere. I began to suspect: (a) I can’t be the only one (b) it’s not just me/us, it’s the system and the structure.

Made to believe
things to achieve
rules to follow
ways to behave
lies to tell yourself

But now
so much
to un ta n gle

relearn
unlearn
deconstruct
analyze
set free
resist
rebel
fight
allow

I’m struggling to make sense of all this. I know instinctually and intellectually that there is something that I am getting at, but the realization of it seems to be yet out of reach. It feels so vast to grasp. And I feel so helplessly tiny.

But then again
a revolution
can be small.