Today,
I stretched all the way
to the door and
thought I would leave.
My arms held me tight
but I was also reaching out.
From the outside in,
from the inside
roaming in the clouds.
When you look up
and find a clear sky,
does it feel like
you have broken the ceiling?
I’ve had this feeling
like I am leaking,
like the gaping gutters
gathering the seeds.
When you lose a part of you,
it goes elsewhere to grow anew.
A seedling is sprouting
because of you.
Did you know,
you could start a garden
from every part of you,
You give to the wind the wind?
I am saying,
maybe we could transmit our energy
to kindle such wonders.
Wouldn’t you rather believe
that you inspired the earth
To lace together something
as beautiful as you?
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