Rise
Rise. Go forth and follow your
eyes. Be the roots liberator; turn upside down, so your leaves will fall to the
sky. Slip out of your shoes and dream a dream. Rise up, follow the air, breathe
deeply and breathe out, knead yourself like dough and roll yourself out. Then
go out and rise up, follow the beckon of the sun, the call of the stars. You’re
not fit for this place, on this planet your soul will waste. Follow the upward
falling leaves, waft the breeze.
Rise up-
and take your leave.
A Sapphiric Jerusalem Sunset |
Followed by a Slivering Moon |
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