There are days I feel more
like a hunter than other days --
this is one of them.
All that is feels it is
more than all
it is.
A fullness has whispered,
"Look and listen,
see and hear.
And feel that which
no words can capture --
deny not the feelings."
Emptying all I can of language,
of that which wants to categorize,
divide when everything before
me says, "Take me as
I am or lose me forever!"
The moment the hunter
and the hunted
are most
alive.
-Byron Hoot
