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Zandrite
Zandrite
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what is this?
I can’t quite name it
but I’m climbing this ladder
up into the sky

climbing without a net
always
I know
there is always risk

is there such a thing
as getting there
in the end?

I have a trajectory
that arcs
beyond the brackets
of my life

I make no claims
to knowing where
I am headed
or if I am headed
anywhere
at all

what can I believe?
only in momentum
only in flux

that I will flow
as waves
for as long as I exist

heart in the instant
body in the sky
mind never-minding

all of me
blooming and fading
like storm clouds
or misty vapors
on bright blue days

Zandrite
Zandrite
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29wordsforsnow29wordsforsnowover 3 years ago

Is this freedom, what the birds feel? Claming the skies, chasing the clouds, watching the ants of every size, earthbound.

I loved the emotion of floating your words brought. The feeling of limitless space, left and complemented by up and down.

This freedom from chains, gravity a faint memory and the updrafts granting you another moment of clarity looking down in the big picture of life.

Thanks for letting thoughts fly.

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