The Wild

When is the last time you walked into the wilds of your own beating heart?

Not because you could,

but because you had to.

How long since you've given the maps to the burning fire,

and walked on hot coals into the darkness,

holding on to the hands of curiosity and courage?

How long since you taken off your thick-soled shoes,

and felt the mud,

and earth,

and stems of living beneath your feet?

How long since you've stepped gently on the tender ground,

of your own being,

bending down to notice the delicate flowers that grow there,

in between the shadow and the light?

When is the last time you went far enough into this untamed land,

that you realized that lost and found can be the same place?

~ Nao Sims