Today is another unknown beauty, a new beast…!
There it was, a slick fat crow in a well grown chinese pear tree… I admire it for a while then I continue my walk, seeing and feeling the openness that my heart is allowing for. Deep purple flowers lie low on the bed of wax green bush and my canine brushes it by… the edgeless clouds in the sky are up blending light into the pretty baby blue… A poetry comes to me about an endless stairway up a heavenly towering building. I talk it aloud, feeling as proud as the pear tree of my recent growth…
the heaven’s tower in the distance,
glowing, dimming,
with its windows all over,
glistening, reflecting the light of sun…
the tower pierces through
atmospheric layerings of white clouds.
up climbs the white stairs with white railings,
endless… in to the light of blues,
pretty to the eye and so promising…
legend (or myth) says that if you get to the top,
you can take flight and truly fly…
it takes an average person four hundred and sixty
five days to get to the top. that’s a year and
a hundred days.
when you are there, you are to dive into the infinity pool of white.
the angel of death will glide along your side,
it means no harm, just a gentle company,
it’ll introduce you to the heaven’s sirens.
purposefulness is dangerously alluring..
but as is purposelessness.
brave new wings and a gorgeous hell,
the legend promises…
but even from where I stand, I am cured
by the view of the heavenly tower
shooting through the majestic clouds.
I feel myself going within,
swimming, burning,
giving my soul
to free dancing…
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