While you paste on your precious plastic smile
and kneel at the altar of homogeneity,
I cringe and grimace at your helpless posturing
and am recklessly myself. -- ©Belenen10.31.01
I had to move away from my fury to develop compassion -- but I can feel the fires growing again, I feel my wildness re-awakening. My spirit has learned gentleness, learned to bank the fires, but that is not and will never be my natural state.