Wild One – Record of a dream, written on a train, given to a stranger

I know I am alive, but
forget to remember and rejoice.
So now, awake, I celebrate,
Defying the numbness of my normal life.

In my dream I glow
And move with a singing vibrancy.
I flow, with the current of life
Volting through my veins.

And now I see myself flesh-bare,
Dancing the celebration of my sex.
In my power, I stand
Proud at last of my priapic energy.

Not hunter, nor hunted, yet
Grasping the emblems of my strength,
Bow and spear, tight bound and spliced,
Thonged, beaded, and bedecked.

I feel my centre low;
Steel in my guts and feet rooted to the earth,
I am connected to all beings now
And dance the universal dance.

I reach back in time, to
Primitive man whose leathered feet
Trod the very earth I now tread.
These sacred rocks support our fragile soles.

We are of one spirit, he and I.
Just for now I too am free
from the yoke of my civilisation,
Open to forces my mind cannot grasp.

The wild calls me, and
I respond as if to a lover
For whom I yearn without and within.
A wisdom only now revealed.