In fear of chaos, disorder,
we hold tightly to our limited thought structure
that pretend to order the world.
My back to the threatening darkness,
I sit with others around the dying fire.
The jungle beat penetrates my
like a primitive arrow.
I know the true source
and deny it.
stalk their prey
just outside the small clearing
in which I am encamped.
Big things are happening in the
Men and women are larger out there,
It's safer to stay close to the fire
it is slowly diminishing.
A sudden noise and I squint
into the inky forest behind me.
A brief flash of clear green eyes.
A rustle in the bushes to my left.
My spine tingles.
The fire-illumined circle shrinks
and I move closer in.
I move closer.
Only embers are left.
I know what I must do
and fear to do it.
One spark remains.
An animal rises inside me.
pulling on my tiger skin coat
and turn away from the fading coals.
I walk stealthily into the darkness.
I become larger with every step.