Light dips its finger
In my wound bringing memories
Of unfulfilled promises
And ink tears
...
Today, the blessed rain sang over the land,
Surrendered her dreams to the feverish soil.
I said, `Ahoy lovely neighbors, I told you
The rain will come, and she does come alright,
...
The unseen is seen
In new light, and the seen
Is unseen, the shoulder conceals
What was known, it is a dream
...
i can only map the words
you have left me, the shade
of sunsets
sinking in my flesh.
...
'Whoever tells you that flight
is out there, or up there,
is gravely mistaken. The real sky
is within one's self. True flight
...
Be still. Claim your true nature.
Flight is in stillness.
...
When in trouble,
look for others
who are more troubled.
Help them.
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