If I stare at the tops of the trees long enough, they turn into wings of the most stupendous birds with Eyes of a Hawk and Fly away.
Leaving nothing behind but a dream teaching me how to rise, teaching me how to see.
The lines that run through me from the plasmas of time to where the Earth Mother birth me.
They will not take my soul, they will no longer swing you in time from the highs to the lows not knowing which way to go.
I’m rite where I belong, balanced in all things.
Dance me around spin me so I may Fall over so I may feel I and I of the most high the reckoning of all things unseen.