Spiritually climb
through all space and
all time… become as earth's
finite horizon… just be, as it is.
An inspiration of change, wild and
free in adventures encapsulating, or
not, of living… does this; inspire all that
it could? Scaling personal mountains made
within, a discombobulating lifestyle, in which
each, wind that so arises; causes you to change
course… well, ahead lays the ides of time; within
your marked mind, waiting for you to lift off from
that perch of safety on your mountains climb…
Are you ready and cleared for that moment?
Ready to accept all, to follow all; but not
to rule all? Are you naturally ready, to
become well, to cleanse your internal
torments and to leap up and out of
your insignificant self-made box?
On, mere lines that way, from
end to end meant; it would
seem that it goes so…
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