unleashing
I slip from the building, I run to the grass
I swing from the branches, right up the tree
Orange sunlight floods through the gaping branches
glowing a yellow shine on the newly crisped leaves
a cool breeze floats through the air lifting my hair and imagination off the ground
A comforting chill seeps through my skin
the ground seems a mile away
but the sky seeems close
It endlessly engulfs me and no longer do I take notice of my height
Although I stand only in a tree I feel like I am in the sky
or part of the sky
chatter pinches me back to reality
but I begin to wonder if my imagination and the sky bring me closer to reality then the ground and my fate
my mind tells me that I have long surpassed my comfort zone
yet my heart longs to reach higher
closer to the sky
leaving the green leaf masterpiece as a footstool
and as long as I stand high and at peace
my hands emerged with the leathery limbs
the sunlight not just touching me but reaching me
my mind will soar with the birds and the sky and my soul will speak for itself
truely this is the only place where every breath is full of treasure and every glimpse is a masterpiece
It is like pushing an indescribable brilliance in a box and letting it burst into a rainbow of perfection
the only question is, is this a way to find the world or avoid it?
Running from the sky
If life was a breeze I would be terrified.
Only because the wind not only rattles my hair but my mind.
I am afraid of the sky and its revenge on my thoughts.
But the sky is so vague.
In truth the sky is not just what is above us but the blue reflection of the unknown.
It is space and time, life and death.
It is where imaginations fly and there wings of truth become more real then change on earth.
What is not to fear about the unknown?
How can we avoid fearing what our eyes cannot see and our minds cannot dream?
As I gaze up at the sky I wonder if that is what I am afraid of not thunder and clouds that seem to shake my insides.
But then again if the sky is so clear, if it is our only clue to the unknown then maybe we are clueless.
Because when I look at the sky all I see is flat knowledge.
How can we look deeper to see the unknown depth?
Until I learn I believe I will be running from the sky.
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