Caves and caverns deep. Remnants of ghosts dancing before me
Company. Above and beneath. Wherever they find me wandering.
Oh the roots beneath this valley, unweaving a tale older than time, see?
Plots, thick as the oldest trees and with high incentives, variety.
Matching shades in society’s eye, imagine each it’s forbidden,
mostly stolen begotten by greed, and other nasty fruit
high hanging, indeed, it wouldn’t seem from any view slightly above, them.
But they who are swinging, restlessly,
Take a chance, look above and question things…
If you see boughs above thee,
what’s to lose in climbing?
Maybe none other has the view you do…
By one beginning silently grinding,
finding the footing, so others begin following,
making a way under the influence of the example of bravery.
And if you have the mind to try anything boldly…
know the idea will soon develop wings.
to ride, dance and spin on the waves
tight rope walking strings which lead
to the highest sentiment of being…
whims that begin to outweigh strategies.
act, then think, seeing the outcome
befitting the intention beneath.
Revealing more of me, for reflection, or refining.
Breeding a frequency so vast and deep,
no name can hold it but the spirit in me drinks free.
The enigmal key yet unknown in its reaches for our kind, what is mastery, for me?
What is essential to my truest nature, in this time, this space between
me and what I will be once I exit the scene?..
I aspire to find the highest branch available to me, after hitting every branch beneath,
I’ll climb and climb and fall as many times as needed…
I’ll live my whole life reaching ever deeper into the essence
known as love externally, and so there consequently,
I find my fill in its every degree, to overflowing;
along with everything desirable hue in between…
The best fruits available to each,
within reach of asking heartfully.
Know what this means… Little B