Could you walk around the world?
You would move your feet
through red sand,
and dark green kelp
amid the darker-than-black
ocean floor.
Wouldn't that make you happy?
Imagine:
the people,
the many pigments,
the smiles and weathered faces,
the feeling that there is more.
The silence,
so real you can grab it
and wrap yourself in it.
The stillness,
embrace it, fight the fact it feels wrong,
and adjust.
As you walked, would you learn
to become part of something bigger than yourself?
You could be a mountain, a tree,
a bird you've only seen in books.
You could just be.
Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 12:20 PM UTC
Could you walk around the world?
You would move your feet
through red sand,
and dark green kelp
amid the darker-than-black
ocean floor.
Wouldn't that make you happy?
Imagine:
the people,
the many pigments,
the smiles and weathered faces,
the feeling that there is more.
The silence,
so real you can grab it
and wrap yourself in it.
The stillness,
embrace it, fight the fact it feels wrong,
and adjust.
As you walked, would you learn
to become part of something bigger than yourself?
You could be a mountain, a tree,
a bird you've only seen in books.
You could just be.
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