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Quick Thought: Return to the Wild

A tribute of sorts. Or, certainly my look into the chains that bind us. Those that don’t understand how one can be touched or moved by these actions, may well be the ones that need to be moved the most.

There is hurt, and there is darkness all around us. There are boundaries that constrict us. Often times, we have played a role in constructing the barriers that bound us. Sometimes though, these obstacles are willed upon us, or even arranged as such, while the creators search in vain for the inner calm that their own souls are unable to attain on their own.

Then, there is peace. There is clarity. There is freedom where the stream of consciousness flows unabated and peace with all things internal is reached. This place where the creators of turmoil and strife, these harborers of control; they have no understanding of the separation sought by those longing to be at peace. For they are the creators of the barriers they don’t recognize, yet they deem so necessary.

When there is peace, there is also the opportunity for progress. Progress, the promise of moving in a direction, yet never down the same road traveled to reach this place. To me, this, in and of itself, is another meaning of return to the wild. Return to the innate. Sometimes I think we’d all be better off if we could return to the times before we learned, to the times when we were natural, only as God had made us.





I agree Lord Byron

There Is Pleasure In The Pathless Woods

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more,
From these our interviews, in which I steal
From all I may be, or have been before,
To mingle with the Universe, and feel
What I can ne’er express, yet cannot all conceal.
~ Lord Byron
Oh if only I could speak so brilliantly and so beautifully. I can say though, that I do feel the same way.
Through me, this chord it does run, in every sense, I can feel
What I can ne’er express, yet cannot all conceal.