Please, do not concede.
do not be misled
thru the harrowing crowds
of the disappointed.

Trust in the sky.
Study how flowers breathe.
Practice the art of the unafraid.
To be truth manifested
in your body.
And listen to the Sun.
Its endless knowledge
reflected in you.

Let the earth be your sacred
ground to discover so that
you will have tasted
what it means to be
immortal and alive.

Like magic,
it happens
in a snap
of the fingers
on the crossbow
of time
Like the sparkling arc
of destiny
on my tongue's
plaited river rhyme
like the journey
of the arrow
as it hits
its destined mark
like the lit-up flight
of the sparrow
despite
encroaching dark
like the wisp of a
flash of the jump
of the whale
in a deep blue sea
like my heart
upon airwaves
as your aura
sets me free
and within the holes
of the molecules
that reside in
the soul's abyss
my gentle eye lens
captures your
rolling tidal kiss
in sudden turn of storm
in unexpected rains
I find myself
in heaven's realm,
slicing through
my chains
I stand here wind-whipped
on mountain top
and range
and to you I beckon
in ferocious blooms
releasing all my rage
and slowly, unraveling
my layers
I burst forth
from my
cage