Our purpose is not to be doers but witnesses. Let us witness.

I see the people, beautiful and sad.

I see the people.

A red struggle to the top, I see myself in this.

This is why I see it. I am my own limit. I am my limitlessness.

This question must be lived

and bravely lived.

*~*

The summit points toward heaven.

“Our collective vision ends up there.”

Peak or plateau –I want to know which

and why. I am about my own justified

story.

*~*

And Self used to be this. Used to be

this inward. But now notice

it has turned, and opened outward

into wings, into possible light,

possible dark – “Which one?” is the next question.

But at least flight happens

after all.

*~*

So if it feels like a cocoon, let all go.

out. out. out .

out.

*~*

Have you wondered how to be with yourself

in a way that feels most authentic?

How beautiful that we were given the compass,

and, after all the searching,

found that it is inside, not out.

*~*

This is what flight is. The willingness to open

and shut completely and completely open.

*~*

Look around, how so many shoulders shake.

We are practicing.

*~*

It is not crying.

We are practicing

flying.