Out of the hidden corners of our souls…
by Bonnie Pockley
‘The human night is filled with the crouching forms of dreams, desires, vanities, self-interest, mad love, envy, and the thirst for revenge, as the desert conceals the puma, the hawk and the jackal. It is the moment when it is neither night nor day in a man’s heart, because the wild beasts have slunk out of the hidden corners of our souls, and something rouses itself, transmits itself from mind to hand, something we thought we had tamed and trained into obedience over the course of years, decades even. In vain, we have lied to ourselves about the significance of this feeling, but it has proven stronger than all our intentions, indissolvable, unrelenting…’
I am the raven, you, the fox.
Image via Kathleen Lolley