by Claire G Shaw
Tuesday, December 17, 2002
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Do you know what it feels like to be connected?
When your connected,
to be so alive that your fingers are tingling and your skin is prickling, just for the joy of life?
To walk down the untamed path with the wind singing in your ears,ferocious and roaring,
to feel your heart soaring,
your spirit lifting like the autumn leaves dancing in the air,
The wild savage beauty,
For a moment nothing matters, your ordinary fears are forgotten, blown clear away,
Simply to be, to run with the snow swirling and lashing around you,
So beautiful and wild that it takes your breath away,
Takes your soul, mind and heart away,
Touching, enveloping you with its feirce, tempetous presence,
your veins flow and burn with pure molten energy, gold, sliver, sparking and sparkling.
A wild creature yourself, eyes bright, movements darting,
Impervious to the icy winter cold for it only makes you ever more alive, more aware,
aware of every muscle, every movement, revelling in your own grace and strength,
you are part of this wild world and you are proud.
Then you step inside, into the warm cosy sanctuary that is your home, closed off from the windswept world by glass and brick, outside the world is fading into darkness, the elements continuing thier tirade unabated.
You are tame again, ordinary again,
happy, sleepy and safe as you curl up on your sofa leaving the wild things to their play,
but a part of your heart will always remain,
wild, fierce and free...