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.
Copyright © Stephe Watson | Year Posted 2018
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