| Voyages
Shut off the music, the lights, close the window and travel,
let your body gather voices as if they’re flowers
in an infinite garden, thank your spirit
for the flight, thank the earth
for the echoes and empathy, for emptying your fears of time past,
be certain of your direction, your heart knows the road,
the one with needles under your feet that feels less painful
than all the dying around, the one that is made of water
where floating is a long and short breath,
and always be kind to the healing earth,
don’t be tempted by its roars which are its pains,
let the ache out, gather all your selves
angel and bird ancestor and bark,
gather your wanderings so you can rest for a while,
then awake to help those who didn’t make it back. |
