From the still of the morning
Into the blueness of the sky
Brown eyes the ground from where my soul pushes off
Soaring up, relieved of the weight
Cool winds of change cover
As mysterious trajectory
Fast air breaks across
Suns and stars melt into flight
Chains broken
Worlds shattered
Burnt to dust all that once was
What remains, unthought,
Unmanifest unlived
Time as a line unsegmented
Time as a field untouched
The openness of that green fertile field
Is fertility waiting upon our passing?
The footsteps of the gardener
The required fertilizer.
The imagination of creations yet unborn
Looking to Light,
Ground still untrod 'neath the holy steps of the Wholly Human.
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