Dear descended soul, I tell you,
—Do not hate the soil.
Plant of the seed
The doing of the deed
Does not mean death decreed
Rather life is replenished underneath
—Learn from the roots,
Darkness soaking light above
Drinking like drops of love
Seed thinking it’s not enough…
Dear high rise, corner office, I ask you,
—Do not jump.
Fly your mind
Perspective, let it find
Between hustle and grind
Rather you are the company you build
—Make friends with the self,
Kindred spirit, singular still
Let emptiness in to its fill
Til alone is the thrill…
Dear level see-saw, I beg you,
—Do not get bored of balance.
Look, all around
High highs, low ground
Peace with gravity, heaven found.
4 Comments
Beautiful.
Thank you!
Beautiful. I specially like how you swing between the physical actions and the spiritual/mental ones. Kind of like the see-saw at the end. Love how it balances :)
appreciate it, thank you!