The ascending soul
Has nowhere to go
When up is down and down is up
Stillness is
As good as a any motion...
Devotion, might
Bring you to tears
and make you feel like you’re flowing
Somewhere...
Perhaps back to the beginning
Before names and addresses
A seedling bean in a pond of dreams...
But maybe you’re off and well
On your way
To the end of the stream
Loosening up to your very grain
To join the rest
Resting
Shy to the light, cuddled in dirt...
Either way
You must go!
You feel,
For once
You have somewhere to go!
You must be a kite!
A billowing sea of birds taking flight
A shadow, perhaps,
Of a kid’s red balloon
Still,
Floating you are
Or will be very soon
About the Creator
SB.
Hi! I’m Siena. I’m a word witch and an actual witch. I like to write when I feel like it 🌓 🌊
my other experiments 👽…
Aquí 👉@sb_insight ✨
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