Cloudstepping

My soles trod the Earth while souls reach for Sky. I wonder Why we race toward death from birth never to upturn, headstand, jostle the view, eyes low and walk the Sky. For feet, too have soles. walk the Sky turn It All on its head, coax the World to switch her poles and if she won't, well try instead walk the Sky. Give up your precious 'self control' walk the Sky. Let go of 'you' and now be Whole.