The cave you fear to enter
holds the treasure you seek.
|artist Bucky Wilcox|
Underneath the sleeping at the surface
there is a stirring that begins at the center
that reminds you of the days you roamed
the open spaces,
prowled the wilder places,
lived in freer lands.
A stirring that pulls you back to the beginnings of you,
to rocky outcroppings,
hard-packed earthen floors,
and the fire lit cave where you were dreamed into shape.
You came in the form of stars
that howled their way
of blood and bone and fur and teeth.
You were stalked in the meadows,
you were driven into the sea.
You emerged on the foam of waves
caught in the midst of buoyant seaweed ropes;
entangling each flailing limb,
snarling your legs
and the flame of living visions
that pulled and sucked at your toes
until at last,
half-buried in the demand of your dreams,
you shifted shape again.
These dreams that rooted you down,
twining anchors that fastened you to the center heat,
molten spiraling coils,
hardening bark skin,
and an endless reaching
toward a waiting sky
and green leafy daydreams of sap
and bursting seeds.
the winter winds carved the rock you became
from the wood you once were
the shape of a circle...
You've transformed once more.
You have become the cave
that gave you life
as new life begins again at your center.
A warm glow fills the space;
the stars have returned,
a howling ensues-
She's come near.