The Wilderness Within
The Wilderness Within
We stir from slumber, in a place unknown,
A vast expanse, where wild seeds are sown.
The wilderness, our waking finds us there,
Beneath an open, unpredicted air.
No map is given, no clear path defined,
Just waking senses, leaving dreams behind.
And in that moment, fragile, fresh, and new,
A fundamental splitting comes to view.
For some lift eyes, and catch a distant gleam,
A breaking dawn, fulfilling hope's soft dream.
They see the potential, in the rugged ground,
The quiet promise, waiting to be found.
The light that filters, through the branches high,
A sign of guidance, written in the sky.
But others gaze, where deeper shadows creep,
And secrets that the tangled thickets keep.
They see the dangers, sharp and drawing near,
The lurking worries, cultivating fear.
The overwhelming darkness, closing fast,
A future burdened, by the heavy past.
No light appears, no hopeful, guiding ray,
Just deep uncertainty, obscuring their day.
The same wild landscape, stretching all around,
The same uncertain, still unhallowed ground.
Yet in the seeing, lies the core divide,
The inner vision, where the soul can hide.
The choice of focus, or the lens they wear,
That paints the picture of the wilderness there.
We all are waking, in this place untold,
Some finding silver, others seeing gold.
The wilderness awaits, in sun or shade,
Defined by how the waking soul is made—
Or how it chooses, in that crucial start,
To see the light, or darkness, in its heart.