Cherry Wood Loom
A city will swallow you whole
the suburbs will chew on you for a bit
our world's gone off its bloody blue axis.
We were born to thrive and not just exist.
Given mustard seed souls to nurture into bloom...
Some live to poke and twist
silk from the soul of the cherry wood loom.
Head for the evergreens for just a bit.
Take in a teaspoon of sapphire breaths.
Sashay up a mountain- nanny goat by your side
High altitude, sweetened air in a Monet sky.
Take a crystal dip in a cool blue orchid-shaped jewel, sleeping between the whisper of the alpine Mind.
Return, with earthen spirits woven into the chest.
Face the fiery darts of man's greasy restlessness.
Hold onto the many, cherry wood blessings
hold tight for as long as you possibly can.
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