NOT EVERY JOURNEY ASKS YOU TO MOVE SOME DEMAND THAT YOU BECOME THE DIRECTION ITSELF

Westward Crown, Eastward Fire

Between sky-music and earth-beat, we become more than motion into meaning.

Photo by Gil Ribeiro on Unsplash

Come with me, switch off the thud. Let us take a walk thus far, deep in the wealth that drips from the music of the sky and beats the earth.

Aim west be the east king of everything in life, striding in for expansion, for horizons that do not end but unfold.

Oh, let us go from music to beat, from drip to sprout, as fine rays on days of haze, as light that insists on becoming.

Tell me what would you say today, all the way, if your voice had no fear of distance?

Oh, do not wait. Braid it on my heart’s flow, forte flow, flow forth, flow fourth.

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