Call of the Wild

i have heard a call from outside of time, first in dreams, then singing in every sound, color, and light of the natural world. it speaks to me of re- newal, of union with the divine inherent in all things, of a return to the source of life, of all the mother’s lost children come home to be fed sweet nectar of rememberance of our place in the created world, of our roles as gardeners of myth, and keepers of the flame of consciousness for a profound purpose, not only for our own selfishness, but to keep the oldest story alive.